A/N: This is not a multi-chapter story but a collection of snippets, drabbles and one-shots, mostly written for LJ prompts, which do not merit a story entry of their own but I'm loading them up here anyway because I'm chronically review-starved.
Disclaimer: Not mine, Marvel's. No money made.
Little God of Mischief
Loki raised his hands in the same manner he usually did when playing ghost in their Niflheim make-belief games, sans the white bedsheet. „May mischief befall you, brother, before the morrow!"
Thor, still standing with his arms crossed, remained unimpressed. „No way will that work."
„You bet on it?" the dark-haired younger boy retorted.
Thor nodded. „Sure!"
„Your dessert at dinner, if I win." Loki stated.
„Done."
A little while later – nothing untowards had happened yet – the brothers were on their way to one of the yards, where some of the stable hands' children played ball games on most afternoons. They did not get far before running into their mother and her handmaidens.
„And where are you going, my sons?" asked the queen.
„Out, to play." forthright Thor answered.
„Have you tidied up your rooms yet, then?" Frigga smiled mildly.
„No, mother!" Thor retorted indignantly. „That's what servants are for. I'm a prince of Asgard!"
Frigga frowned. „Thor, I told you, now and then you need to do such a task yourself, to understand and properly appreciate what the servants do for you. And that day is today. Off you go, to your room!"
He pouted and dawdled, watching his mother turn to Loki, who had wisely stood back in silence. „And you, my son? Have you tidied up your room?"
„Mother, I couldn't!" declared the younger boy, and upon seeing her frown again continued quickly: „I'm the god of chaos! I mustn't create order. It's against my nature."
Queen Frigga and her handmaidens laughed so hard they had to support one another. Loki used this distraction to weasel out.
Hours later, he returned, tousled and smelling of horse, to tell Thor about hide&seek in the stables, penalty kicks, and throwing knife target practice. He also proceeded to eat a double portion of ice cream, to the very last spoon, despite being so full he nearly was sick. Thor hated him for hours.
It took years before the older prince warmed up to his own purview of thunder.
