Ok, after all of the requests from some of my beloved followers asking me to write Loki sweet, I have finally decided to give it a try! I could only do this with pre-Avenger, pre-Thor, Loki. I also had to make someone the bad guy so that happened to fall to Thor. I am not going totally OOC with Thor, just back enough in his youth when he was impulsive and all about himself.

My inspiration for this story was drawn from Snow White And Charming's Theme Song (Once Upon a Time)

The Early Age of Europe

Dark clouds, heavy with unfallen rain, blanketed the dawn sky. A roaring wind from the north lashed out at the world below, whipping up the scent of gushing guts and fresh blood.

"I beseech thee, show mercy for the love of God!" An elderly peasant pleaded upon her knees, hands up as a shield, her weathered flesh furrowed from too many seasons of wind and sun.

"Not for the God you worship, bitch!" The burly Asgardian knight taunted, bringing his sword down upon the helpless creature.

In every direction women and children fled, sobbing hysterical as they raced seeking safety among warriors locked in mortal combat.

"Fall back!" The general of the Midgards ordered, his voice betraying the truth. They did not stand a chance against the powerful Asgardian knights and weaponry.

A young mother, ferrying a swaddled infant to her chest, sprinted toward the open arms of her husband. Just as she reached him, she froze, mouth gaping, her life caught in the flicker between life and death. Her husband lowered his gaze to her chest. In her heart protruded an arrow, pooled in scarlet. Steam rising as the warm blood greeted the chilly air. He managed to collect the baby from her arms as she crumbled. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he was forced to leave her behind. He ran. The baby in his embrace wailing for a mother he would never see again.

Odin stood before them, his feet mired in a river of mortal blood, bearing a rage gleaming glare. The realm in front of him suffering in needless agony. Dead bodies littered the frozen earth, flames ravished dwellings. Warcries, the laments of wounded horses, and the terrified wails of children carried on the wind, piercing and forlorn.

Loki stood behind him, peeking around his father's broad shoulders at the massacre in live action. He watched as two little girls scurried hand in hand from the slaughter heading toward the forest. An arrow out of no where impaled the youngest one in the rib cage. She stumbled a few steps before falling, taking the other child down with her. The dark god placed his hand to his heart as the older one drew to her knees, whimpering, tugging on her sister's arm trying to help her stand. He lowered his eyes, anger twitching his sculpted jaw bone; that poor child would never walk again. She was dead, her life stolen from her before she ever even had the chance to live.

Loki followed Odin as he made his way through the war-torn kingdom seeking Thor. He finally spotted him, draped in blood, a perverse grin etched upon his youthful lips as he impaled a Midgardian knight half his size. The boy sank to his death muttering for his mother as he drew his last breath.

"Cease this senseless bloodshed this instant!" Odin roared, his voice ascending supremacy over all beings. The war, the cries, even the wind died.

Thor glanced up at his father's atrocious expression. Even from the distance he could see the furious pounding of Odin's heart by the aroused vein throbbing on his forehead. Waves of breath fog rose from his nostrils signifying he was breathing like a rampant mad minotaur. Thor dropped his hammer. He was in trouble now and there would be hell to pay.