This is a plot bunny which was born the day I watched Thor in theaters. Since then I have been trying to write a story about a few of the lesser gods of Asgard – people like Magni and Modi. So here goes. Are you happy now, accursed plot bunny?
PART I
WHERE IN THE WORLD IS MODI THORSON?
The door to the bedchamber drifted open silently. Loki's feet made hardly a whisper on the thick carpet as he walked across the room.
He smirked a little when he saw the crib. He leaned over the edge and looked down at the two babies inside. They were bundled up and sleeping.
"Hello, there," he whispered. "Wake up for Uncle Loki?"
They didn't wake up. He looked over at the bed, at Thor and Jane dead to the world under their piles of downy blankets.
He reached in and picked up one of the babies. It opened its eyes a little, just enough to see him. Its little red face scrunched up like a raisin and its mouth opened to scream.
"Shh-sh!" Loki rocked it back and forth inexpertly. "Don't wanna wake up Mommy and Daddy, do we?"
The baby calmed down and burrowed into his shoulder.
Loki didn't always plan his pranks. Often, they simply came to him.
One came to him now.
Quietly he moved towards the door. With his hand on the knob, he glanced back. For a minute he doubted himself. This had the makings of the best joke ever, but every joke was at someone's expense. Might this expense be too much?
Then he remembered. In the space of an instant, the joke moved from being a prank to being an act of sweet revenge.
It all balanced out. This was right. This was fate. The door closed behind him like a breath of air.
When Thor and Jane woke up, only one of their sons was waiting for them.
I'm sorry to say that the prologue is very short. However, later chapters will be longer, so hang in there.