Fix You.

Story written by the talented Fan Fiction writer, "Beauteous."

AUTHOR NOTES:

This story is going to be a very long and complicated one. If you're ready for twists, turns, and appearances from characters you wouldn't expect, then welcome to my Fantasy world.

Throughout this Fan Fiction you will grow to love and attach yourself to the way I portray the characters. Yes, this is a cross over, so if that's not your thing, no one is making you read this.

In the beginning chapters, I must share, not all ideas belong to me, but to a Roleplay I was involved in with a friend.

As the story progresses and new characters come into play - I will place reference information on them, along with their character names, at the BOTTOM of the chapter. [Just in case my descriptions don't turn on the light bulb in your head or you've never seen those movies/shows.] Also, in the "Author Note" section, I will be giving you suggestions as to what music you should listen to for specific chapter parts, or whole chapters. I will try to make the atmospheric experience when reading this as memorable as possible.

In any case, I may post a few serious author notes now and again. Please PM me if anything is unclear as to what's happening in the story. [That is excluding there being a newer chapter that explains your confusion, or you're just asking for spoilers.]

PLEASE remember when reading this Fan Fiction that when they are speaking, "I use quotation marks." And when they are thinking, 'I use apostrophes.' [Very critical to take note of this.]

Another "one last thing"… SPOILER WARNING. THIS FAN FICTION MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS. No, not every character I bring in has the same background story, but some might, and events from their original stories may be spoiled in later chapters. So… SPOILER ALERT. SPOILER ALERT. SPOILER ALERT. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO EVEN THE SMALLEST OF SPOILERS, DO NOT READ FURTHER.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the franchises that any of these characters belong to, or the characters themselves.

Enjoy!

***Music***

For Part I-V: Idenline - Together 10 Hours [On Youtube.]

Chapter I, Part I.

Loki.

A new day had come. It was early morning; the trickster could feel the sun burning his shoulder through the open window. He rolled over, blinking open his stunningly pale eyes. He bit his lip slightly as he sat himself up. Guiding his right hand through his slick hair, he leant forwards and grabbed his silky wear from the edge of his bed. "Time to rise with the sun, I suppose." He sighed, stretching as he pulled the layers of dark emerald satin over his head, covering up his slender body. He leaned off his bed to slip on his tall, slim boots; buckling up each little strap slowly as to purposely take his time. "Thor is out with the Warriors Three." He paused, "good." Massaging the back of his neck as he walked over to the window, his eyes caught the bright lit sky as its heat found way through and around his body. He tugged on the tight collar of his garments with a slight irritated pout of displeasure, "Why must the heat dislike me so?" And to top it all, he had to add on more layers around his waist, chest, and wrists. He lifted the slightly thicker coat-like piece of his outfit around himself; struggling for a bit to get it on properly. After being momentarily frustrated, the thing was finally at an alright state of appearance. He didn't care anymore. That and he didn't want to be late for breakfast. His breakfast, anyway. He'd always sneak into the feeding area to snatch up some food before Sif and her men, or Thor, showed up. It both aggravated and infuriated him: being tantalized and harassed all the time by them. "Oh, but it's only fun, Loki." They would say to him. Loki doesn't show this, however. He tends to hide his emotions from others. Very self-conscious, indeed, and awkward around people; especially women like Sif.

He made it downstairs, and was assembling himself at the entrance of the feeding hall; awaiting something to disturb his perfect morning. Loki's luck around Asgard was poor; for him - to get a completely quiet morning - was almost impossible.

Pushing open one of the hefty doors of the largely built castle, the golden reflections of himself forced a smile on his face. "No one so far…" He mumbled, "No one so f-"

"THERE y' are, Loki!" And there is was. The perfect figure in his perfectly set up little chess game - the rook that would destroy the King.

"What do you want, Volstagg?" Loki didn't look at him. Instead, now walking at a faster pace, he maneuvered past the man and over to the table of glorious food.

"I haven't seen yer face in ages!" His joking tone with the God just aggravated Loki more.

"Maybe… I've been avoiding you on purpose."

"Naah, y' wouldn't do THAT now, would ya?" Loki rolled his eyes, and took nothing but a bun from a silver bowl next to a beautifully decorated platter of fruit. "Ye look like y' lost some weight, Loki!" With a hard smack to the back, which was probably supposed to be a pat, Loki coughed. "Y' been avoiding food, too?" The Warrior burst out laughing; causing Loki to glare intensely at the wall in front of him.

"I mind my own business, Volstagg. Mind your own, you filthy Warrior." Loki pushed past him, and left the brute behind to scratch his temple and play with his beard.

"Y' know you call ME rude." Volstagg called after him, but Loki didn't care. It was true, though. Loki absolutely despised them. He could never figure out why he just didn't feel like he fit among them. Sif and him never did get along so well: Loki always picking on her, she always returning the gesture. Now, however, they've all aged and become stronger - leaving the little tyrant feeling small compared to his incredibly muscular brother. Loki had to tread carefully when messing with them now. He'd cut Lady Sif's beautiful hair before, and ever since then he's tried his best to avoid her. She would most definitely beat him if she had the chance.

Hearing the door slide shut behind him, Loki knew he'd gotten a safe distance away from the pig. "Thor was supposed to be out with them today," he cursed to himself, "perhaps later." It was early, after all. Regardless, Loki made his way to the Kingdom's breath-taking garden. At least there he could hide himself among nature's most precious. On his way, he'd come to a halt as his nose tickled from the light breeze of the outer air. It wriggled around - making a quiet sneeze escape as he brought his wrist up to his face. "Bother." He whispered to himself. Blinking his eyes a few times, the emerald hues they possessed turned to face the area Heimdall proudly guarded on a daily basis: The Bifrost. Its remarkable mottled colors were breathtaking from afar, or up close for that matter. Loki lifted his right hand, along with his left, and massaged his knuckles as if to decide if it would be better to pay a visit to the bridge or garden. "Bridge." He uttered aloud; scurrying off towards its protected beauty as his final decision. Heimdall and the little devil never got along well either. For, anytime the two had spoken, Thor always made Loki out to be a fool; casting him to be in a bitter mood, which resulted in snappish tones toward the elderly Sentinel. Perhaps, now alone, it was time for him to get a better hold on the man. He did, after all, defend the realms from destruction by protecting that bridge. He could see everything… Or could he? Smirking, Loki pushed onward past some early-bird Asgardians. If he were ever to ruin Thor's glorious day in the near future, he would have to get the Frost Giants past Heimdall's eyes. Not only that, but. . .

Loki had never travelled to the other realms before. He had many complicated questions he wanted answered - especially about Midgard.

Taking his precious time, Loki wandered closer to the extraordinary bridge. Should he be going this direction at all? According to what his idiotic brother was publicizing yesterday: Thor and his companions were to be going "Frost Giant Hunting", though Heimdall would never let them. Odin, the Allfather, had made amends with the Frost Giants after their war oh-so-long ago. They were not to trespass in either territory, in fear something terrible would happen, and another war between the two realms would form. Anytime Loki had brought up the subject of the creatures, Odin would instantaneously silence him. Why could he never ask questions about their species? Father was so hard on him sometimes. And yet… Thor could almost get away with anything. The other day, Thor had thrown his hammer through a stained glass window after Loki had replaced his wine with roots he'd turned to liquid in the garden. The bitter taste had caused Thor to lash out at Hogun and Fandral; luckily Loki was nowhere near the event, otherwise Thor would've done some real damage. And yet, even after all the ornaments in the room he'd destroyed, not a single punishment was received. That is, of course, not including a simple disapproving shake-of-the-head from Frigga.

Scowling, Loki had finally reached the bridge. Watching his feet with delight, the multi-colored road changed its display slightly each and every time he took a step on its glassy features. Around the area of his feet, it would glow a light gold, then disappear after he'd taken a few more steps away. Asgard was truly an exquisite realm to live in.

"Loki. What brings you here?" The deep voice snapped the God back to reality. He hadn't even realized he'd crossed the bridge. "Come to cause mischief, have we?" The dark skin of the man left a larger crease on his forehead as his eyebrows peaked; his intense golden-orange eyes staring intently into the perplexed pale face of one of Odin's sons.

"Oh, I…" The guard stood perfectly tall; his hands resting still, one on top of the other, on the hilt of his broad sword. "I came to speak with you, actually."

The crease on the man's forehead almost formed a trench as he became more intrigued by the raven-haired male's words. "Speak to me? And to what I owe the occasion?"

"It's not an occasion at all-"

"Then I do not understand why someone such as you came to speak with me."

"Well, it's just I-"

"Could it have to do with the ceremony soon approaching?" Loki hated it when people cut him off.

"No." He retorted, "I just want to talk. That's all." Moments like these were why Heimdall and Loki didn't meet eye-to-eye.

"Alright, Odinson. You've captured my attention. What is it you wish to know?"

Loki's lips parted, showing just a sliver of his perfect smile as he pondered what question to slip out first. Heimdall was one of the wisest men in this land; there was no way Loki was going to ask a ridiculous question. "You see everything… Don't you?" Loki eyed the man as he slowly nodded; an air of pride radiating off him as Loki continued, "But, surely, there must be some flaw." This, the God was convinced; determined to find out what it was.

"There is a flaw in everything, young Odinson." The heavily tan sentinel spoke with such fluidity… it left Loki in momentary awe. Though Heimdall would never reveal what the flaw was, that's all Loki needed to hear.

'So there is imperfection in those eyes of yours,' he mentally analyzed, 'but what?' Loki brought up his right hand to his mouth, and gently tapped his index and middle finger over his lips. As he began to circle around the humble, golden, statue-like man, he continued on, "Well, I won't bother you much there, but… I have to ask-"

"A fox will hunt in areas unknown." The deep voiced boomed, cutting him short.

"W-what?" Loki asked, slightly taken back by such an odd sentence.

"And that fox will continue to hunt there, if it gets away with it." He took a lengthily pause before he continued, "Until it is caught in the chains of a trap set by another hunter."

Loki's now nervous eyes dropped; he gulped with realization as to what the man was hinting at. "That's a… Curious tale, Heimdall. Perhaps you should keep those for preaching to children."He replied snarky, as if to brush off the man's underlined lecture. Heimdall remained silent as the Prince roamed around him, strutting his attempt at arrogance as he continued to throw out questions. "What are the other realms like? Incredible, I imagine." Loki, smiling with a scheming shine in his eyes, got Heimdall's orbs to snap to him.

"If you are insinuating traveling to them, your father has forbid it, Odinson."

Loki casted the loyal servant a larger, cunning grin, "But of course, Heimdall. I was only curious." Laughing, Loki strolled over to the ledge of the bridge and gazed down to the stars below.

"You wish to jump?" He heard from behind.

"No, no." Loki swallowed, "nothing to… land on."

"A King doesn't always need something to land on, in order to jump."

Loki's turned around sharply at the mention of 'King.' "A real King-!" He hissed, "-wouldn't be so bold as to do something so absurd!" He finished harshly, leaving Heimdall's eyebrows to rise in slight shock.

"If you ever dream to become a King, you would be wise to watch that mouth of yours around your father."

Loki's eyes narrowed, insulted by the man's advice. "Too late for that now, isn't it?! Thor's already in line for the throne!" Heimdall didn't dare reply, but remained quiet as Loki fixed himself up again. "I'm sorry I bothered you." Loki briskly turned and began to turn away as Heimdall made one last call for him,

"One is not a bother, if they are kind. One is not a bother, if they ask the right questions. One is not a bother - if they are openly truthful. Suitable to be a King." Loki's eyebrows twitched; his face slowly turning to look back over at the man who seemed to be giving him an authentic wave for once. Breaking his sour mood, Loki respectively gave him a quick wave back before storming off to return to the polished walls of his mighty home.

Chapter I, Part II.

Thor.

The sun was shining through the window drapes; glorious beams of pale gold - making everything shimmer around its limited area. Today was the day - the day when all of Thor's childhood dreams would come to life. The muscular God rolled over and let out a loud snore; something he did frequently, which didn't do his smashing good looks any justice. The birds of Asgard flew by his open window in a flurry, and darted off as he snored yet again, the little creatures frightened of what beast possibly lurked inside. A loud knocking on his bedroom door caused him to groan obnoxiously and pull a pillow over his head.

"Thor!" Yelled a stressed, but elegant, voice of a woman. Another fast rapping on the door sounded as she spoke again, "Thor you must get up!"

Ignoring the calls from beyond his door, he mumbled under his pillow and pressed down harder as to make the voice quieter.

"Thor, I am warning you! Everyone else arose bright and early! Everyone but you! Do not anger me to the point of breaking down your door!"

He removed the pillow from atop his head and rolled onto his side to stare at the door. "Is that a challenge?!" He cockily snapped back; hair an unattractive mess. "I could stay in here all day!"

A sound of agitation came from opposite the door, "Are you decent?!"

"If I'm not, are you still going to push your way in?" Thor glanced down at himself and lifted his sheets briefly as to check if he was dressed, at least partially. He was never one to really care much of minor things such as wearing night clothes.

"Thor!"

"Alright, my dear friend, I shall meet you in the Hall of Heroes shortly."A thankful, but still slightly-panicked sigh was just audible as the woman's rapid footsteps followed her down the corridor, and away from his chambers. "Lady Sif needs to find more ways to release her energy." Thor laughed to himself; climbing out of his oh-so-especially-comfortable silken sheets and stretched. It's always a struggle to get out of bed on a day as busy as this, for you psychologically become most comfortable. The fresh air coming through his window danced around his ideal, well-developed, exposed body; something half the population in this realm would die to get a glimpse of.

The day was young, and it welcomed his standard wide smile. He dressed himself at an eased pace and headed towards the Hall of Heroes as promised, ignoring his grumbling stomach. Sif met him halfway there, having obviously not wanted to wait any longer. She was always like this. "Do you have any idea what day it is?!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms up into the air, appearing as if she wanted to smack him.

"Of course." Thor replied, giving her a dashing smile. "Now, where's my brother?"

Sif's left eyebrow arched over her perfected goddess-like features, almost in disappointed curiosity, "Volstagg said he saw him heading off along the Bifrost. Why?"

"I cannot go through with this without him. He is my brother." Thor smiled again, turning down another hallway with her right on his heels.

"And what about the rest of us?"

"I know you'll all be there. I just need to be with him this morning." Despite what Thor often portrayed, and clearly what Loki assumed, he truly does care for his brother. "Worry not, Sif. Round up the others. Today is my day of glory. I wouldn't have any of you miss it." She gave him an obedient nod, a small smile, and left his side; heading off in another direction. "Now… Dear brother, where are you?"

Chapter I, Part III.

Darcy.

Darcy sat in the back of Jane's trailer, fiddling with her iPod. Thirty new songs and she was set. Busily scrawling notes across paper, she rocked out while she listened to Carly Rae Jepsen; lip singing every lyric to the best of her ability. While Darcy was having her own personal concert, Jane was passed out cold at the front of the messy trailer; Erik out shopping in town. Darcy sighed, adjusted her glasses, and tossed the notebook on a nearby table after the song ended. The sun was high in the sky and probably would've roasted the two of them if it hadn't been for the air conditioner. Pressing her head against the glass, she couldn't help but think that today felt strange. Something was causing the creepers to move beneath her skin and give her goose bumps, because it sure wasn't the heat. Darcy shook her head. It was probably nothing important.

Jane muttered something in her sleep, prompting Darcy to turn and see her making almost cat-like pawing motions with her left hand that was hanging over the side of the bed. Darcy felt herself smiling and then hit repeat just before her iPod skipped to the next song. Jane had always been such a good friend. She couldn't help grinning when her friend was actually sleeping. Jane's ex-boyfriend had been a real hard-ass. Since they'd broken up, Jane had been a little all over the place. Some days she'd act like she was on top of the world, others she'd do what Darcy was doing this very moment - stare and think about life without saying a word to anyone else.

Darcy's face furrowed in dislike at the thought of relationships. Not that she'd never wanted to be a part of one, but no one had ever really had the courage to ask her out. That or they'd spent too much time ogling at Jane. Deciding not to let herself wallow in agitation, she exited the trailer; iPod in hand.

The sun hit her full in the face, and before heading out for a walk of the terrain, she went back inside and slipped out of her jacket. When she was next outside, she felt much cooler, but not as she'd been in the vehicle. Darcy had taken all of five steps before pausing to decide whether or not she should've left a note for Jane. Shrugging, as Jane probably wouldn't care much anyway, she continued on her small walk of barren territory. Why on Earth Jane had decided to be on the lookout for strange happenings in the sky, specifically in the middle of nowhere, was beyond her. She just hoped whatever Jane hoped to find was worth it. Darcy would've much preferred being back in town enjoying a meal at dinner instead of pre-wrapped, stale sandwiches; with lettuce as dry as the dirt she walked on.

Kicking a few stones around the sandy ground, she glanced back up at the sun; the reflection of light off her glasses easily could've blinded someone, if she wasn't walking alone. As bored as she felt, even with her iPod blasting off the walls of her head, she still couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen. Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted the trailer. It was an even enough distance away now, "Jane's going to be fine," she spoke aloud to no one, "Stop your worrying, Darcy." She then spent the better part of the afternoon walking a large circular perimeter of the trailer; the few lizard creatures being the only living things for a mile or so that could hear the quiet music coming from her headphones.

Chapter I, Part IV.

Peter.

"You know how boring this stuff is?" The brunette rolled over in his leather spinny chair; leaning back so far on its spine that the plastic base looked like it could break, but the thought never occurred to Peter.

"If it's so boring, why did you go to University to get here?" The Agent brought his eyes up from the files he was flipping through, his right hand fingers ready to flip to the next one, but were stopped by his lack of peripheral vision.

"I don't know." The youngster's quick answer formed a brief smile on the face of the man across from him. "Hey, what's so funny?"

Agent Coulson shook his head; his eyes dropping back down to scan the file folders as his assistant gaped at his ability to do such a redundant task. "I bet you thought you were going to be flying to space, or learning the real secret of Big Foot."

"Real secret of Big Foot?!" Peter Parker, the newest and youngest addition to the SHIELD Corporation, sat up as quickly as a child would if told they were to be given all the candy in the world.

"Doesn't exist."

"Damn!"Coulson laughed, Peter piping up yet again, "Am I ever actually going to learn about any top-secret Government files?" Parker sat on the edge of his chair; its now brutally broken-in spine creaking in relief as the man removed the pressure from his previous sleeping-like position. His mentor pulled out the file he was looking for: fresh, almost no dust on it. Parker's eyebrows moved around curiously, even though he didn't know what was in the file.

"Peter… Your time will come when you get to look at these."

"Aw, come on!" Peter moaned, slumping back into his chair; its exaggerated squeaking noise would've normally caught his attention, but it was drowned out by his moping. "I'll be dead before then."

"I'm not dead. Listen, you're still in training. How could you expect me to allow you to read these?" Standing up, Coulson dropped the pale slip onto the desk between the two of them. A few innards slid around, not held together by a pin or clip. It took a second or two, and a cock of the Agent's eyebrow, for it to finally register in Peter's brain.

"No way! Really?!" He beamed, practically jumping out of the chair to his feet. "Thank you - thank you - thank you - thank you!" Peter flung his arms around the man over the desk, pulling Coulson closer into an awkward hug. Having the desk keep their legs farther back, Parker could only bring their chests close together. The teacher merely brought up his right arm and tapped it on the exuberant young adult's back, trying to reciprocate the gesture. Coulson never was really good with this kind of stuff. Wasn't really his protocol to hug, either.

"Make a big scene out of this, and I'll take it back." Immediately, Parker let go and pulled away; leaving the two of them to cough a bit, and fix up their uniforms. The two eyed a by-passing officer; leaving Parker to reach his hand over the desk and give his boss's a good shake.

"Thank you, sir." They ended the moment professionally as the man walked by the window.

"Well, I'd best be going." Taking a quick glance at the classy silver watch on his wrist, Coulson presented a quick smile to his apprentice-in-the-making. "Do your homework." He kidded, leaving the smile on Parker's face only to broaden as he exited the room. As the door clicked shut, Peter danced around really quickly, having to let out some of his uncontrollable excitement and immense enthusiasm. Coulson had remained still after the door had shut; hearing the man jump around crazily only made his hopes for him greater.

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you Jesus!" Snatching up the papers from his desk, he momentarily kissed them as he shoved the rest of his worthless crap into his bag. Well, it wasn't worthless crap - but in that moment, everything but the file was.

Bursting out his office door, with a little skip in his step, he briskly walked down the hall - more than eager to get home. He'd never anticipated getting there so much. What was in the file? His brain was going to explode tonight, he already had the feeling. The sad part was, as much as this was a good thing, it was also a bad. Peter would normally boast about it to all his friends - well, past friends - but this time, he couldn't. Government files had a no-discuss policy. But, who cares. He would stay up all night and read this stuff; every last word until he was done. There was no way he'd be able to put the papers down.

Coming out of the staff washrooms, he combed his scruffy hair around with the tips of his fingers. It never looked right. It was all over the place, most times. And yet, he still looked attractive. Tugging his jeans up, he plugged in his tunes, and headed home. His bag was a nuisance, now being stuffed beyond its capacity with his suit, dress shoes, papers, and the file he was to read when he got home. Sneakers, skinny jeans, light brown jacket, and an overly-packed bag… He didn't look suspicious at all. Nonetheless, he pushed his overly sized glasses up the bridge of his nose, and walked back home. Some would label him as a geek, for, he did look like the stereotypical one, but overall he was a genius. It wasn't everyday you were working alongside Agent Phil Coulson.

A few hours had gone by, and he still remained at the same quick speed of getting home. He made sure his work was a bit of a commute, for he'd told Fiona that he worked at a "school" a ways away. "You wouldn't know it," is what he always told her. With all of his heart, Peter trusted Fiona. But… He just couldn't tell her where he worked. SHIELD wasn't a place you bragged about. In fact, a lot of civilians fear, or even hate SHIELD. They were very secretive, and didn't allow information about dangerous events that were transpiring in a neighbourhood to reach the public. They would get there as soon as they heard of such a problem, and barricade it off from any other on-watchers.

Pretending to play the drums as he continued down the street, now just passing a school playground, Peter knew he was nearly home. "I throw my hands up in the air sometimes - sayin' ay-o! Baby let's-go…" In mid stride, he came to a slow stop. Cocking his head to the side, he grabbed the sides of his glasses and slid them up and down his nose for a bit, trying to get a better look of the face staring at him just down the street. His eyesight was a bit poor, but from what he could make out, it looked like it could be Fiona. Pulling his glasses off, he opened his mouth wide and breathed on the lenses; letting a light residue of fog come over them. Rubbing it away gently with his sleeve, he wiped them clean. Not like it mattered if they were clean, anyway. He tucked them away into his sagging bag; thinking they made him look too much like a nerd when he had them on. Tidying up himself quickly, he attempted to use his phone as a mirror. "My hair…" Kind of looking displeased, he broke himself away from his childish ego, and found his blurry vision looking for Fiona again. Finding a black haze of dark colors come into view, he rushed off in a sprint towards it. "Fiona!" Half tripping, he called again, "Fiona, hey!" As he approached, even with his blurred vision, he could now see that she wasn't alone. "Oh… Hey..?" Now his geeky side was showing. Slowing down, the awkwardness in the situation increased as he could make out a male figure. Trying to lighten it, the sides of his mouth pulled up, and revealed a slim line of his pearled teeth. "Name's, um… Peter. You can call me Pete. If-if you want…" Hesitating briefly, he brought up his hand for a shake, but got no response. Pretending that never happened: he quickly brought it back down and rubbed it off on his jeans, laughing to break the ice. "Did I… Walk in at a bad time?"

Chapter I, Part V.

Loki.

"Suitable to be a King." He grumbled, "suitable to be a King." Loki continuously repeated the phrase to himself under his breath. It was as if the guard had been mocking him; telling him what attributes Thor, as the soon-to-be-King, had over him. "Kindness. Truthfulness. The ability to jump into situations without thinking them over too long." Loki couldn't believe anything that loon had told him. Either that man was losing his touch in wisdom, or Loki had become more resentful as the years flew by. In any case, this day was not going smoothly. At least… Not yet. Loki had got what he had been longing to hear - a flaw in the eyes of the sentinel that guarded their realm. It would be tonight after the ball and feast that he would allow Frost Giants to trespass into Asgard, under his enchantments, so Heimdall couldn't see them. He would permit several Jotuns to enter their Castle gates, and into Odin's dearest weaponry. They would go after their precious Casket of Ancient Winters: a very powerful relic that Odin had won from the battle against Laufey, the King of the Frost creatures. But… That was all Loki knew on the subject; anytime he would ask more, father would cast him away and wish to be alone. Each and every time Loki had wandered into the Library - that would also lead to immediate questioning as to why he was in there, and what he was looking for.

As Loki was about to start mumbling more to himself, his intense eyes snapped up to a quickly approaching figure: Thor. Oh, what was he doing? He was going to ruin his brother's greatest day, only to keep Asgard from his reign a short while longer. But, his plan couldn't possibly lead back to him. Loki was a talented liar, and sly as a fox. As long as he stuck by his brother's side for the remainder of the day, and through into the night, the suspicion that it was Loki who brought them inside would disintegrate. Before he could form a "hello", Thor's well-formed biceps had already caged him in a warm, tight hold.

"Loki, how glad I am to see you. I have not been able to focus on anything this morning." Thor let him slide out, and took a small step away from him. "What seems to be troubling you?"

Rotating his shoulders around a bit, eyes now glued to the floor, Loki half smiled and turned back to glance over his shoulder. "Oh, nothing, brother." He paused, turning to face his sibling. "Nothing at all." Loki's smile lengthened ever-so-slightly as he took a step closer to Thor. "Haven't been able to focus this morning, you say?" Loki laughed, "Oh, Thor, that is not a surprise." Patting his brother's chest plate, he walked around him and strolled on. It's true - Loki dearly loved his brother; more than anyone, really. He couldn't find himself talking to anyone as much as he did him, even though a few slips of the tongue have angered Thor in the past. Yes, everyone makes mistakes; Loki just happens to make them more often. Before his brother could come back with another bright comment to demean him, Loki cut him short, "Have you made your decision as to if the ball will take place or not? I've heard it's up to the future King to decide." Loki paused, "Knowing you, I'm sure you'll want to skip right to the feast, so you may devour all your nerves and be ready for your 'crowning.'" The truth was: Loki wished to skip past the ball and go to the feast. Not only did it mean that all this would be brought to an end faster, but Loki, even when told many times, did not find himself a Lady for his arm in the event. Thor, however, had the entire sex of female Asgardians wishing to be with him. Well, besides the ones that are older or married. Loki already had several women approach him; pressuring him to be the messenger to Thor; telling him to go with that specific girl. Not one did Loki deliver. He wished for Thor to be just as lonely as he was, but he knew that would never happen. For one - when he arrived, they would all swarm to him. And two - if Sif hadn't already been forced into going with one of her Three Warriors cohorts, most likely Fandral, she would be more than glad to steal Thor's arm. Loki saw it in the way she looked at him. The affection in her eyes, the movement of her lips, lashes, and fingers each time she saw him. A few times, Loki had been caught staring her down for too long, and she'd given him a hard glare. Now, Loki goes out of his way not to even look at her. She had grown to be a more attractive woman than he wanted. Of course, things never went his way, did they? He avoided all sorts of romantic emotions. It was family, and that was final. Nothing else. Some would call it fear - Loki calls it intellect. Though, it truly was fear.

A long time had passed since the first day Loki "became a gentleman." Frigga had taken the boys away from Odin for a few days. She wanted some motherly lessons to be taught to her children, so they could grow to be respectful, kind young men. Thor was all for it, of course. Another challenge he could conquer. Loki, on the other hand, was a bit more timid, because he knew what they were going to have to do.

Over the course of the two days, Frigga had taught them her ways of table manners: Sit up straight, no elbows on the table, chew with your mouth closed, don't take bites so large your cheeks bulge out, dab your mouth clean instead of wiping it like a barbarian, etc. All the manners they would learn for their own benefit. In the late afternoon, however, on the last day, the boys were taught how to treat the Lady of the table. The two sons of Odin were what humans would describe as ten and twelve at the time. Since they have pro-longed lives, they were actually in their hundred years, but resembled those human ages.

Sif, young and full of life she was, volunteered to help Frigga with the little schooling. Thor went first: Sif almost began glowing as he pulled out her short chair for her to sit. Loki sat off to the side, next to his mother, who lovingly stroked his slick black hair. Everything went perfect for him. Sif was giggling, and never wanted to let Thor go every time he played with her over the table. Eventually, Frigga said enough, and congratulated her oldest son on how well he did. Then, it was Loki's turn. As soon as Frigga walked back to where Loki was sitting, Thor at her side, he froze. Sif was now staring at him, along with his mother and Thor who urged him on. Frigga ignored his massive, pleading eyes, and brought her little Prince over to the table with Sif. "Come now, Loki. It's only Sif." The little girl smiled quickly, but her eyes quickly darted over to Thor who was sitting a ways away from her now. Frigga left Loki's side, and returned back to Thor and watched. Her elegant long, flowing hair had been curled, and some of it clipped up around her ear. She slid her fingers together and casted Loki a warming smile; Thor playing with a piece of grass he'd dug out of the ground.

Swallowing, Loki turned back to a now standing, bored looking Sif. She was adorable. Her flowing blonde hair brushed around in the breeze floating along in the massive garden. He had pulled out her chair, gone through most of the same steps Thor had, and yet, there was minimal reaction coming from the girl. Loki's hands trembled slightly from nerves. He looked back over his shoulder; waiting for his mother to say "that's enough," but it never came.

"Are we done now?" Sif moaned quietly, forcing Loki's head to snap around. "What?" She frowned at him.

"Are you warm?" He asked clearly, his mother sitting up from her spot with joy.

"Warm?" Sif repeated, tilting her head to the side. "Yeah, I guess."

Loki smiled, stood, and walked over behind her chair. Earlier, when it was Thor's turn, Loki had been cutting up little symbols he'd seen in books, carving them into leaves he found on the ground. Loki decided to play a little trick on her in retaliation for her preference of Thor's company over his. Slipping off her transparent, silky shall, he let it drop to the ground. He could feel the eyes of his mother questioning why he let it drop, but he only smirked. The dimples in his cheeks grew deeper as he slipped out the pair of scissors he'd been playing with before. Loki placed a gentle hand on the necklace that was around Sif's neck, making her shut her eyes and smile proudly.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" Loki guided his hand up the back of her neck, and grasped her hair.

"Loki?" His mother squeaked. In a moment, the scissors in his hands flashed the reflection of the sun, before he brought them up and snipped a large chunk of the girl's angelic hair off. Frigga cried out, causing Sif to sit up, not even realizing at the time what Loki had done. It didn't take long, though. She'd eventually grabbed the back of her hair, finding it greatly shorter and choppier than it was before. Frigga had begun to apologize, but Sif lashed out and jumped on Loki, crying at what he'd done to her hair. She wept in dismay as she slapped him across the face, repeatedly, before Frigga helped her off him. Ever since then, Loki had been deathly afraid of Sif. For the entirety of that little session, all he wanted was for her to look at him the way she did Thor. But she didn't. Not once. As a result, all his life he's avoided any sort of connection with women. He'd kept the manners his mother taught him: eating professionally and elegantly. Thor, on the other hand, not so much. He shoved food in his mouth right and left, and chugged down wine as if it were water.

Loki turned on the heel of his boot to stare at his brother; awaiting his word that the ball would be skipped and they would go to the feast instead. Oh, how he longed for some ice cold water.

INTRODUCING:

-NEW CHARACTERS-

Loki Odinson -Marvel's THOR movie.

Warriors Three - Marvel's THOR movie.

Heimdall - Marvel's THOR movie.

Thor Odinson - Marvel's THOR movie.

Sif - Marvel's THOR movie.

Frigga - Marvel's THOR movie.

Odin - Marvel's THOR movie.

Darcy Lewis - Marvel's THOR movie.

Jane Foster - Marvel's THOR movie.

Peter Parker - Marvel's Amazing Spiderman.

Phil Coulson - Multiple Marvel movies.

Fiona Ghallager - Shameless TV Series.

-NEW LOCATIONS-

Asgard [Marvel], New Mexico, New York.