I know, I know! I should be writing my other four stories but this little thing popped into my head and I just had to write it. Forgive me please! I am trying very hard. I've had writers block and all I could think about was this story. Sorry! I will update the others ASAP. (P.S. school is starting so I don't know what days I can update.)


chapter 1

"Hey Thor. Want to see a trick?" He asked his brother at dinner that night.

"What are you planning brother?" Thor asked wearily. He knew nothing good came from Loki's tricks.

"Just watch." He said. Thor then saw Loki flicker.

"What?" The Loki sitting in front of him Put a hand to his mouth, placing one finger on his lips. Then he pointed down the table two seats where a large pint of cider was flying over Volstag. Fandral who was directly in front of him didn't notice. Hogan was sitting next to Fandral, and if he noticed didn't say anything and continued to glare at his food. Sif who was across from Hogan didn't look up. The pint spilled its liquid juice all over Volstag and spraying Sif and Fandral. Hogan looked up smiling at Loki. Sif screamed curses and lunged across the table at Loki. Only to go right threw the illusion.

"What?!" She cried outraged. The real Loki hurried out of the dining hall and threw many twisting corridors laughing the whole way. When he reached the library he quickly slipped inside and climbed up the bookcase on the far back wall. He squeezed his small frame into the hole he had made just for these moments. Times when he needed to escape. The doors of the library were thrown open in such force Loki wouldn't have been surprised if it was the all-father himself. Instead Sif stormed in and yelled his name. She was clearly angry and he didn't want to be yelled at so he stayed silent huddled in his hiding place that smelled of old books and tombs. As the minuets ticked by so did Loki's patience. He was starting to get bored and Sif hadn't yet determined he wasn't in here yet.

What to do. What to do.

A smirk crossed his face.

"Hey Sif! I'm not in there!" He yelled using his magic to make the sound come from outside the library. Sif stood up straight and rushed out of the door. As it opened a large bucket of bright pink paint fell and covered her from head to toe. He couldn't hold it any longer. Loki burst out laughing. "LOKI!" Sif screamed running back into the library and spotting him on the shelf up by the wall. He looked like he might fall he was laughing so hard. This only enraged Sif more so she kicked and shook the bookcase till Loki fell.

Loki's POV

That was awesome! Perfect hit. Yes!

I couldn't help my laughter and soon Sif found me. But seeing her pink and so mad just made it even better. My hold on the bookcase slipped as Sif gave it a particularly savage kick. As I fell from my perch my giggles stopped and I searched desperately for someway to catch myself. The bookcase I fell from was too far away to reach and the one in front of me wouldn't help either. I searched my brain for a soft landing spell but couldn't think of one. The floor of the wooden library came up to meet me and I pushed out my arms to take the most of the blow.

(All that happened within the span of the seven seconds it took him to fall.)

As I hit the ground there was a sharp pain in my left wrist and a white flash of white across my vision but I heard Sif behind me. I pushed myself up with only my right hand, cradling my left to my chest for protection. My head throbbed and I could hear Sif saying something but I couldn't hear what she said.

It's probably something like "you better run or your dead"

I thought as I ran from the room.

Sif's POV

I watched Loki fall a mix of satisfaction and guilt coursing threw me.

He deserved it. Right?

I shook my head and walked over to where Loki was kneeling cradling his arm.

"Hey are you ok?" I asked. I reached for him but he shook his head as if trying to shake something off and stood up stumbling out of the room. What have I done? I ran up the flight of stairs looking for the queen. I finally spotted her a few meters away and sprinted to her calling her by her tital.

"All-Mother! Please Loki's been hurt. All-Mother please!" She turned around to face me.

"Where is he?" She asked completely serious.

"I don't know." I admitted. "He ran away from me before I could see if he was alright. It looked like his wrist might have been broken though." "What happened?!" "I kicked a bookcase and he fell off. I'm so sorry." "Its fine. Come. We must find him."


So how was it? Should I Keep going? If so then review and tell me please.