So I decided to write a sequel to 'And In The End, It Was No Choice At All' because I kept having ideas of the universe, but it didn't fit into the first fic. This is Loki's POV on the happenings and you get to see his side of the story.

Disclaimer: Still don't own anything

Age Guide:

Loki: Thirteen (7th grade)
Thor: Sixteen (10th grade)

One.

Sitting isolated on the top bleacher, Loki absentmindedly thumbed buttons on his PSP in order to keep up the pretense of playing even as he snuck glances at his older brother practicing on the football field through the dark veil of his lashes. So entranced was he by the sight of Thor running circles around his idiotic teammates, Loki completely missed the second presence joining him in his spot until rough fingers pressed against the still raw scrapes on his cheek.

"Ah!" he cried, jerking away from the stinging contact. Gently resting his own hand against his injured cheek, he glared up at the owner of the offending touch with poisonous green eyes. "Moisturize much, Sif?"

Sif smirked. "My beauty routine is not as extensive as yours, Little Prince," she quipped.

The thirteen year old pouted his thin, perpetually red lips at her exaggeratedly. "This radiance you see is all natural," he told her.

"Of course," she said seriously, "Did it come in a packaged deal with that trouble-making personality?"

Loki stretched out his thin body languidly, abandoning his game completely. "And what trouble are you accusing me of making, dear Sif?" he asked, eyes alight with mischief.

Straddling the bleacher, Sif raised an unimpressed brow at the younger boy. "Baiting Amora until she gave you those impressive war wounds," she said straight-forwardly.

"That bottle-blond bitch has talons instead of nails," he sneered.

Sif frowned disapprovingly. "Don't use that language," she said. Despite the scolding, she leaned forward and brushed her fingers more carefully against his red cheek. Loki winced a little, but allowed the contact. "Frigga did not bandage it for you?"

Eyes shut peacefully as he leaned further into Sif's hand, Loki shrugged. "It got itchy," he admitted, sounding his age for once.

Sif smiled at that. "Perhaps you should begin anticipating the consequences of your mischief."

"But where would be the fun in that? Besides, it is a small price to pay to be rid of her."

"Truly? You did not seem to begrudge my own dalliance with Thor," Sif said.

Loki swayed forward, bringing his face closer to Sif's. "It is hardly worth the comparison! Amora was leeching onto Thor, trying to monopolize him so completely that she dared encroach on my time with him. You were never so clingy. I rather wish you two would have remained together; I'd have had you as a sister!" he declared dramatically.

Feeling Sif's gaze roving his face, Loki kept his expression placid. He was reminded once more that though most people seemed to take his words at face value, even as he learned more fanciful ways to weave them together, there were still some who could not be completely fooled.

In truth, even Loki wasn't sure how much of that he had meant. He did prefer Sif and he was certain that no girlfriend Thor ever had would measure up. But that was assuming that Thor had to have a girlfriend. Why couldn't his brother stay single, at least for now? It was bad enough that Loki had to share Thor with his friends. Loki supposed that was the price one had to pay when one had a brother like Thor.

"But I would not have you as a brother. Especially when I already have an older brother who seems to never take his eyes off me. A younger one that is constantly causing mayhem would be too much," Sif teased.

A wide grin of delight spread across Loki's face. Another point in favour of Sif: she didn't mind playing along. "What's this I hear? The great Sif confessing that she could not handle me?"

"No, the great Sif is confessing that she would not last long before murdering you, which would make your mother very sad," Sif corrected him.

"And we cannot have that," Loki said, "Mother should never be sad."

Sif nodded seriously and they sat silently for a moment enjoying the warm sunshine and the occasional refreshing breeze.

As he was running a thin finger along his PSP's screen to wipe away the dust that had gathered, Loki once again felt Sif's gaze settle on him. He continued to clean his game, waiting. Sif was not the shy type.

Finally Sif spoke. "Were you so certain that Thor would break up with Amora over that?"

"Naturally," Loki said without an ounce of hesitance, "He was not so attached to her."

"And that is all? There is no other reason for your confidence?"

Loki frowned at her suspiciously. "What other reason should there be?"

"That he is in love with you," Sif said. Immediately after this her eyes widened as if she had surprised herself.

Dark brows rising in confused curiousity, Loki chose his words carefully though he did not let on to this fact. "What strange phrasing, Sif. Of course Thor loves me. He's my brother."

Sif's eyes narrowed and Loki was now convinced that something was amiss. He suddenly felt like there was another conversation taking place that he was unaware of. He didn't like the feeling.

Staring back boldly at Sif, Loki saw her avert her eyes to the field and followed her gaze to where the cheerleaders were practicing their routines. Actually, to one cheerleader in particular. Automatically Loki sought out Amora's thin wrist and perhaps it was his mind playing tricks on him, but he was certain that if he looked closely enough he could make out a dark, hand-shaped bruise staining her tanned skin even from yards away.

Loki was taken back to the moment when she had received that mark: a fierce Thor standing over her, righteously defending his brother. He felt that same thrill run down his spine. A spark of fear. He had not anticipated such a forceful reaction. And yet there was something pleasing about it as well. Loki wondered if he should worry about that.

"Yes. He is," Sif agreed belatedly, her murmur startling Loki out of his thoughts.

She was looking at him once more. He felt his skin begin to itch. He considered whether it would be worth playing the waiting game again. Sif was unusually hesitant today. In fact, her entire demeanor today was quite abnormal. Opening his mouth to spin a question in just the right way as to get him the answer he desired, Loki was interrupted by a familiar call.

"Loki!"

Two dark heads turned to see Thor waving up at them, helmet in hand. Apparently he had tired of Loki's inattention.

Loki couldn't help but smile fondly.

Then, deviously, he made a show of picking up his PSP and restarting his game. The loud grunt of annoyance that managed to reach the top of the bleachers had Loki stifling a laugh.

Though Sif was still staring at him, her searching gaze was suddenly easy to ignore.

Sif may have been a fun playmate, but Thor would always be his favourite.

/One.

And so here we go again.

I actually went through a few versions of this chapter because I started off writing it from a Sif POV angle because I wanted to give more insight to her thoughts to show how she went from her first realization to the place she was at the end of the first story, but then I realized that it wouldn't be fair. The first fic in this mini-universe was very much Thor's story, so Loki deserves to have his side told.

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