Author's Note: Wow! Thanks to everyone who reviewed my other story, Sick Day. I'm glad you seemed to like it. You guys inspired me to write this new story! Thor is eight and Loki is seven in this one.

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The morning was calm, peaceful, and quiet. Most of the Aesir were either still asleep, or else doing something quietly, as to not disturb the peace that comes with early morning. Birds chirped, and it was a clear, cloudless day.

Seven-year-old Loki was taking a walk outside in the palace gardens. He had not a care in the world. Loki quite enjoyed these calm days and was searching for a place to sit and read his book. He settled himself under a tree and cracked the novel open. His plans were to sit there and read all day, but of course, these plans were almost immediately canceled when something large and quite heavy fell from the tree he was under, landing right on top of him.

Crack. "OWW!" cried whatever it was that had fell upon Loki.

Well, so much for a quiet morning. The shriek of pain had been so loud that it awoke nearly half the city, and even the birds had stopped singing.

Finally discovering how to get out from whatever he was trapped under, Loki shoved it off and took a better look. It was his eight-year-old brother, Thor.

"Thor? What are you doing here, brother?" He asked warily.

Thor didn't say anything and continued whimpering and clutching his foot, his face contorted in a pained grimace. That was when Loki noticed the odd angled his ankle stuck out at. He gasped, realizing that it was broken.

"I'm going to get Mother. Stay right here!" He said and quickly sprinted off in the direction of his parent's room.

"Mother! Mother!" Loki shouted as he dashed through the hallways.

Frigga emerged from the bedroom and shut the door behind her.

"What is it Loki? Must you shout at such an early hour?" She whispered, leading the boy away from the closed door. "Your father is still sleeping. Please don't wake him up."

"Thor is hurt! Come quickly!" Loki said frantically. He grabbed Frigga's hand and led her out to the courtyard where Thor was still laying and moaning from the pain.

"Oh my dear boy! My poor Thor!" She gasped. She easily scooped him up in her arms and, with Loki trailing behind, walked quickly to the infirmary.

"Will he be okay, Doctor?" Loki asked, wide eyed.

"Well, it appears young Thor has broken his ankle. He will need to be put in a cast and mustn't walk on it for several weeks, until it has healed enough." The doctor said with a grim expression.

"But he'll be okay, right Doctor?" Loki repeated.

The Doctor sighed, slightly annoyed by the young boy's constant asking of the question. This was the fifth time in the past twenty minutes that Loki had asked that. "Yes. He will be fine." He said as he rolled his eyes- mentally, of course.

"Ugghhghgh…" Thor groaned as he opened his eyes. The pain killers had really knocked him out. When his vision stilled and the room stopped spinning, two pairs of eyes swam into focus directly above him, one pair brown and the other green.

"Thor! You're alive!" Loki cheered. Frigga gave a sigh of relief.

"What happened?" Thor asked sluggishly.

"You… fell. Out of a tree. Right on top of me." Loki glared. "And now your ankle is broken."

That would explain the strange confinement of Thor's right foot. He could barely move his toes.

Frigga gave Thor a hug and left the room, going to get him a glass of water.

When she left, Thor slumped back into his pillows angrily. "This is awful! Sif, Volstagg, and I were going to play pirates later today! And now I can't!" He complained.

"What were you doing up that tree, anyways?" Loki asked curiously.

Thor glared at him until Loki muttered, "Never mind," and sat down in a chair on the opposite side of Thor's bedroom.

Frigga returned and gave Thor the water, which he happily chugged down.

"Mother, how long am I going to be in this cast? Like, will I still be able to play with my friends today? Will it be healed by then? Can you get Loki to stop bothering me? Can I have some ice cream? Will you tell Sif to come visit me later? Can I have my friends sign my cast? I'm hungry. What's for breakfast? What time is it, actually? Can I go outside? I'm bored. My cast itches. Please can I go outside?" Thor asked when he was finished with the water.

Frigga had waited patiently for Thor to finish talking, because she was used to him asking many questions at once. Then she said, "No Thor, you must stay in your cast and in your bed for three weeks until it's healed. Loki, come with me. Let's go get your brother some ice cream." They exited the room.

Thor punched his pillow out of rage. This was going to be a long three weeks.

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Author's Note: Aww, poor Thor. I know what it feels like to have a broken ankle, and trust me, it is NOT fun. I seem to enjoy making either Thor or Loki be in pain, for some reason… Poor them… (laughs evilly)

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-Loki's Little Helper