Hi Guys! And welcome to my brand-new fanfic, which for once is not a Crossover! I've been tinkering with this idea for a while, and I really have a soft spot for Kid Loki, or deaged Loki or anything Loki really since he's my favourite character in the Marvel Universe, so I thought I would give it a try myself. Hope you all like this story and are willing to give it a go. As always please Fav, Follow and Review, I really would love to hear what you think of this. Cheers! D.S X
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"Young Prince it is time for you to greet the day." An elderly man walked into the large bedroom, swiftly crossing to the curtains, throwing them wide to reveal the large window. Light streamed into the once comforting dark space, brightening up the walls that were crammed high with books and papers. Most of the papers were covered with indecipherable squiggles that made the older man's head ache just looking at them. The books weren't any better, a pile was open on the small desk, where a candle had been burned down to a snub so that it was no longer usable. He caught a glimpse of one of the open pages, theories on spell work and incantations, it completely eclipsed the elders understanding. A few neglected weapons were mounted on the walls and a rug was laid out before a fire place that was dark and cold. The man turned from his perusal to the bed where his Young Prince had buried himself even further under the blankets. "Young Prince."
"I don't want to get up," the cracked voice of his charge came out muffled beneath the covers he had piled on top of himself. "Leave me alone Alviss."
"You know I cannot do that." A grunt came, then a small pale hand emerged from the blankets, waving at the curtains and muttering softly. Instantly the fabrics yanked themselves back shut, encompassing the room back into the soothing gloom.
"Prince Loki," Alviss scolded, already having expected the reaction and moving back to the curtains to reopen them. "Is this any way for a Prince to behave?"
"A tired Prince," was the retort, along with a hiss as the light came back into the room. "Alviss." The elder couldn't help but chuckle a little at the whine. He came to the bed, thankful that the Young Prince hadn't felt the need to pull his bed curtains just to be contrary. Grabbing a handful of the blankets he pulled them away, revealing the curled-up figure of a boy, head tucked into a pillow.
"Your Mother, the Queen, is expecting you at breakfast. You know how important it is to be on time, especially today." The boy groaned, finally extracting himself from the pillow to rub at his eyes. He looked no older than an eleven-year-old Midgardian, with a face that still held a trace of baby fat, though was starting to fill out now that the child's weapons training had begun in earnest. Raven black hair fell into startling green eyes. Alviss always found the Young Prince's eyes one of the most striking things about him and the most dangerous, especially if they were aimed in a glare at you. Much like now.
"Fine, I'm up."
"Thank goodness," Alviss teased good-naturedly, though it earnt him a scowl. "If you would like to freshen up Prince Loki, the bath has been drawn for you and your attire set out."
"Did the helmet come?" Loki asked, sliding off the bed to get to his feet. He was a slight child, with lean limbs that would turn long when he finally hit a growth spurt. Unfortunately, that was yet to happen so the Young Prince only came to Alviss's elbow and he was consider on the shorter side for an Asgardian.
"Indeed, it has Young Prince," the elderly servant smiled at the youngster's grin, a skip coming into his step as he made his way to the bathroom, stripping off his sleep shirt along the way. "You'll not be able to wear it until the ceremony though."
"Not even to try it on?" the child asked cheekily. Alviss laughed.
"I'm sure we'll be able to squeeze that in." He escorted his charge to the bath. A large metal tub sat in the middle of a marble stone room filled with steam. After checking that the towels were all in place Alviss bowed. "I'll leave you to prepare Young Prince." A hand wave was given as dismissal and the old servant retreated.
Loki sighed as the Steward left. Alviss always made sure to bring up the threat of his Mother if he wanted him to do anything and avoid an argument. Not that the old servant couldn't hold his own, he was well able to handle Loki and wasn't afraid to tell his Young Prince exactly what he thought. Shaking his head, Loki stepped into the bathtub and began his morning rituals. He was glad he was finally of an age that he could do this by himself, not that the bathing maids were rough, but it had become rather distracting when they towelled him dry. After he had finished with the cleaning and washing of his hair, Loki took a moment to ease back and just enjoy. The steam made the bathroom warmer, but it was better for keeping common ailments away. Eir, the head healer of the Palace made sure to impress that upon a younger Loki, who had gone through a period when he refused to have a bath at all. Smiling a little at the old memories, Loki allowed himself to be lost in them, enjoying the alone time, though it did not last.
"Young Prince," the boy startled at the feminine voice coming from the bathroom entrance, sloshing some water over the side in his haste to sit up.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry to disturb you, Young Prince, but Alviss insists on heading down to breakfast soon."
"Yes, I'm sure he did," Loki muttered. "I'll dry off how. Thank you." After the maid shut the door, Loki levered himself out of the tub, dripping water on the pleasantly warm stone, he grabbed a towel and started drying off. Once done, he tossed it and pulled down a soft long shirt and underclothes. With his dark hair swept off his brow, Loki exited the bathroom, walking through his sleeping chamber and into one of the three adjoining rooms.
"Ah, Prince Loki, I was beginning to worry," Alviss said from his usual place beside the changing podium.
"I'm here now," Loki said, not quite able to hide his pout, much to the amusement of the seamstress who was stifling her giggles behind her hand.
"Very good, Young Prince, but if I may, it would be prudent that we have you dressed. We wouldn't want your Mother to worry." Biting back a growl Loki stomped to the podium, standing with his arms outstretched in the practised position, ready for the seamstress to behind her work.
"Did we have to have the final fitting right before breakfast?" Loki asked as the first layer of the ceremonial amour his Father had had commissioned was slipped over his head.
"You know there will not be time for this later. The household will be preparing for the ceremony," Alviss clicked his tongue, pulling free a long piece of parchment which he studied intently.
"Even you?"
"Aye."
"But you're my Steward."
"I am the Steward of the House of Odin," Alviss corrected, slipping the parchment away. "That your Mother believes that I am best for you to begin your training to run a household, well, I pity your Valet." Loki scowled, wincing as the next layer was dropped over his head.
"Why do I need one, I have you," Loki muttered as the seamstress moved to reach for some breaches.
"I won't be able to be your Valet, even though I have taken that role on for now."
"Why not?" Loki asked as he stepped into the beaches and they were pulled up by the seamstress who deftly tied them with a leather belt.
"I have other responsibilities, such as the smooth running of the House of Odin."
"Father could replace you." Alviss chuckled.
"I'm not sure the King would see things the same way as you. Besides, Valets are usually a similar age to their Masters, they become companions."
"Companions," Loki frowned, thinking over the words. He didn't really have any of those. Not many other nobles had children his age, most having had their children before the Thousand-Year War. Loki was born one hundred and ninety-nine years after that when most of the men didn't come home. It was a sad generation to be born into. Not like his Brother's.
"Indeed, Young Prince, I'm sure you won't want this old man to be your companion, why I wouldn't be able to keep up with you." Loki couldn't help but giggle, causing the seamstress to coo slightly. The rest of the fitting went by quickly, so Loki soon had a cape fixed to his shoulders and Alviss was handing him a bronze horned crown.
"It was supposed to be a helmet," Loki pouted, eyeing the head gear with disgust.
"The smiths thought a helmet would be to heavy for you carry. The All-father approved of the new design," Alviss said even as Loki's lip curled. "Are you going to try it on? If not, we can save it until the ceremony."
"Of course, I am," Loki spoke quickly, thrusting the crown onto his head so hard it rumpled his hair, sending the horns cockeyed.
"Oh, my Prince, let me help you," the seamstress easily inserted herself at Loki's side, taking off the crown. She fixed his hair, then gently placed it back onto his head, so it rested on his brow. "There," she declared, stepping aside to pull a mirror before the boy.
"What do you think, Young Prince?" Alviss asked. Loki said nothing, too busy staring at himself. He was loath to admit it, but the crown looked good. It wasn't ungainly or over the top, a fine first head piece for a Young Prince. The soft underclothes were covered with leather trousers and a vest stained a deep green colour, just as Loki wanted. Bronze vambraces sat on his forearms, tastefully decorated with the emblem of the House of Odin, three interlocking triangles, the Valknut. It was also placed on the left side of the breast plate that was strapped to Loki's chest. Showing for all to see whose household he was part of.
Loki twisted left and right, so the soft green cape billowed out behind him, he smiled a little.
"It will do," he said, though the seamstress still giggled and Alviss chuckled.
"Very good, Young Prince. Now I'm afraid we must be moving on." The seamstress plucked the crown from Loki's head, as well as unfastened the cape, before disappearing. Alviss ushered Loki from the podium, out of the room and into the corridors of the House of Odin's family quarters. There were very few servants roaming the halls, all busy in the Palace proper with preparations. Alviss led Loki into the communal areas of the quarters and to the breakfast room where his Mother waited. "Queen Frigga," Alviss said, subtly announcing their arrival. Queen Frigga, the All-Mother was sat to the left of the chair at the head of a small wooden table. Several foods had been laid out, bowls of fruit and a few cut meats, along with steaming porridge. She looked radiant, with golden hair done in intricate braids that held it high on her head ready for her ceremonial crown. Her gown was golden yellow, fitting her figure perfectly with a high neck set with pearls. There were two discreet clips that would hold the long cape that would adorn her shoulders, but for now the Queen had no use of it.
"Alviss," Frigga smiled at the old Steward, but her gaze quickly fell to the boy and her eyes widened. "Loki?"
"Morning Mother," the raven-haired child chirped, standing awkwardly as his Mother appraised him.
"Come closer my son." Loki shuffled forward, suddenly self-conscious when under the scrutiny of his Mother. Once in touching distance she reached out and ran a hand through his hair, pulling some of the strands that had fallen into his face out of the way. Fingers softly touched his armour, tracing the designs as Frigga took in her son. "I almost wondered who the handsome young man was that came to greet me for breakfast. You look so grown up." Loki blushed at the words, turning his head away.
"Mother," he whined, to which Frigga laughed. She nodded to Alviss who swiftly retreated leaving the two members of the Royal family alone.
"Take a seat dear, though do be careful, you don't want to get porridge on your amour."
"Yes Mother," Loki said dutifully. Dashing to a seat on the right, he sat down and began spooning up some porridge in to a bowl, sprinkling it with fruit. "Will Father and Thor be joining us?"
"Possibly, though both have a great deal of duties to attend to this day."
Loki pouted, he hardly got to see his Brother or Father. Odin was the King, and as his Mother was so fond of telling him, a King had a duty to his subjects. He needed to be at the endless Council meetings, talking to petitioners or delegates from other Realms. Though Loki wished that his Father could spend at least some time with him. He couldn't remember the last time he had been called by his Father, just to be yelled at for some mischief he caused in his lessons. The Young Prince felt pathetic that he had to stoop to such lows just to see his own Father.
And as for Thor, they had been inseparable when Loki had been young. Of course, his Brother was much older than him, considerably passed his first millennium and well into what was considered manhood, by both Asgardian and Midgardian standards. Loki had hoped that as he himself had grown he would be able to join in with the games he had seen his Brother and his friends play. That sadly had not come to pass. Thor, once given the mighty hammer Mjolnir, had turned his attentions to adventuring. Sometimes disappearing for weeks, only returning when he and his friends, now named the Warriors Three and the fierce Lady Sif, had slaughtered a fearsome beast. At first Loki had been excited, Thor brought back many trinkets and treasures for him to awe over. But as Loki reached eight hundred Thor had changed. Not even wanting to help his younger sibling with his weapons training, when not so long ago the elder had been reprimanded when he had given Loki a small sword to play with.
"Yes Mother" the resignation must have been detectable in his tone as Frigga smiled reassuringly at him.
"Do not despair, Loki. I'm sure you will see Thor and your Father later. And when all the commotion of the coronation has calmed down, I am positive you will see more of them." Loki doubted his Mother's opinion, but he wasn't willing to give up on the small sliver of hope she offered.
Grinning he said, "maybe we'll be able to go to another Realm for a trip, now that Thor will be on the throne."
"And see the tantrum he will throw that we are going without him?" Frigga raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure the farmers might appreciate the extra rain." Loki giggled, Frigga joining him and together they enjoyed a light breakfast.
Once he polished off a second bowl of porridge, followed by a goblet full of juice, Loki jumped down from his seat.
"And where are you going, young man?" Frigga asked.
"To find Thor."
"You'll be sure not to bother him to much," Frigga said, sending Loki a stern look when her dark-haired child smiled. "Loki."
"I just want to see him before the ceremony." Frigga raised a disbelieving eyebrow but didn't contradict him.
"Just don't cause any mischief," she shook her head at Loki's over eager nod, before he dashed out of the room. "And mind your clothes."
Loki bolted down the corridors, his pace hindered by the heavy leathers and armour. As he excited the Royal quarters, the lack of servants became a thing of the past. Maids scurried about, with linens and wash clothes, set to their chores to ensure the Royal Palace was ready for the event of the millennium. Valets and lady's maids of the various visiting nobles flittered through the unfamiliar surroundings, gathering the necessary materials to see to their Master's and Mistresses needs.
Loki slipped through them all easily. Well used to the hustle and bustle of the ever-busy Royal Palace. Most of the foreign staff gave him strange looks, not used to seeing one of his station, though the normal Palace staff smiled and even offered some waves as the Prince rushed by. Finally, he came upon what he sort. The training yard of the Royal Palace was regularly used for the up keep of the Palace guards, though the Einherjar, fierce warriors whose soul task was to protect the Royal family, did use it from time to time. But it was also a place of learning, where the noble's children could be taught by the best warriors Asgard had to offer. In so far it had become a common gathering ground for the young bucks, and Loki was not surprised to find his Brother, hammer in hand, in battle with the Lady Sif.
Taking a moment to gather himself, Loki kept to the back of the crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle. Sif and Thor were circling each other. The Lady's long sword held with practised ease, while Thor gripped Mjolnir, a vicious grin on his face. Suddenly Sif darted forward, so fast that she ducked under Thor's swing to aim for his vulnerable chest. Luckily Thor shifted to the side, though it cost him a rip to his leathers. He rebounded quickly, with a roar he swung, letting Mjolnir fly. Sif tried to dodge, but though Thor was built like the largest of Berserkers he was fast. His blow caught Sif's shoulder, sending her stumbling. Quickly Thor followed up with a kick, taking her down further, looming above her with Mjolnir high.
"Do you yield?" he bellowed, much to the enjoyment of the crowd. Sif scowled, face a deep red colour. She nodded, and the furious warrior Thor had been a moment ago vanished, the almost feral snarl on his lips replaced by a large grin and a hand outstretched to help the female warrior to her feet.
"If you didn't have that blasted hammer," Sif moaned, to which Thor laughed.
"I still would have beaten you. Your speed is commendable Sif, but when put against brute strength, well it is an easy conquest."
Sif growled, and Loki chose that time to head further in, though it seemed the rest of the gathered youth had the same idea. Soon an impenetrable wall of bodies blocked Loki from his Brother. Scowling, Loki tried to squeeze through, but he was easily shoved back, most uncaring that it was their Young Prince they pushed aside, too busy trying to get closer to Thor. Scowl morphing into a glare, Loki reached for his ever growing Seidr. With an intricate wave of his hand and some muttered words, snakes were suddenly conjured to life in the thick of the crowd. Loki ducked aside as the first yelp erupted from the mass, followed by the trampling of feet as the young warriors hurried away from the hissing menaces. Loki smirked at the chaos, his Mother would disapprove of this use of Seidr, but he couldn't help but feel a little vindicated, after all, they should not have ignored him.
"Get the foul beasts!" he heard Thor's distinctive cry. Pushing his glee away he rushed forward, dismissing the spell.
"Thor," the Young Prince shouted, not able to hold in his cackle as his Elder Brother swung at a snake only for it to disappear. Thor's head snapped up, to be faced with the laughing visage of his Little Brother.
"Loki!" he yelled, dropping Mjolnir as he stamped over to the child, snatching him up by the back of his clothing to lift him off his feet. "That was not funny." Loki shook his head and laughed some more. "Stop it!"
"I cannot help it Brother, your face was just such a picture."
"I'll make your face a picture one day," Thor growled, though most of the harshness had left his tone and his lips were twitching. That was one of the things Loki loved best about his Brother. His temper would flare, big and bold, much like the lightning he could summon. But after it had hit all was as bright as the sky after a summer rainstorm. Thor let Loki go, so he could land on his feet, calling Mjolnir back to his hand. Now that the truth had been revealed the young warriors that had once been so jubilant had begun to grumble.
"It was a trick?"
"That little brat."
"Why does the Young Prince always have to ruin everything with his tricks." Loki's smile dimmed at the comments. Yes, he could understand why the warriors might be mad, he did do it on purpose. But they never seemed to find amusement in his pranks and that was all they were, just a bit of fun.
"What are you even doing here, Loki?" Thor asked as the warriors started to leave. "I thought you would be with Mother."
"I wanted to see you before the ceremony."
"Why?" Loki pouted at Thor's obliviousness, puffing his chest out a little in hopes that it would help.
"Do you notice anything different?" his question was met by a puzzled frown. Loki despaired inside, sometimes he worried his Brother was not ready to be King if he couldn't notice something so obvious.
"I don't -"
"So, this is the famous first amour I take it," both Brothers turned to see Fandral, one of the Warriors Three, saunter forward with his usual cocky smirk. He clasped a hand on Loki's shoulder, turning him a little to get a better look. "Looks good, much better than Thor's first set."
Loki giggled as Thor squawked indignantly. Fandral was his favourite of the Warriors that were closest to his Brother. With his dashing looks he was considered a lady's man, a reputation he had upheld with the string of women Loki had seen him with since his early childhood. But Loki enjoyed his quick wit and the man was always eager to hear of Loki's mischief, unlike some.
"Is that the only reason he had to cause such a fuss? The All-Father wouldn't be impressed." Loki scowled at the Lady Sif. He had never gotten on with the female warrior, possibly because supposedly when he was still a young infant, he had spilled ink in her hair, staining it black. Loki wasn't sure if he believed the story or not, his Brother was one for embellishing the truth. But Sif for some reason had never liked him and people did say she once had golden locks instead of the dark tresses she now sported, so it was possible there was some truth to the tale.
"Now Sif, everyone knows a young mans first amour is an important moment." A large man swept forward, as he looked at Loki with a smile. "A grand sight you make Young Prince."
"Thank you Volstagg," Loki chirped happily. Vostagg was the oldest of Thor's friends, with a wife and several children of his own, so he didn't feel awkward in playing with Loki as a youngster. But there was only so much eating Loki could put up with and Volstagg tended to treat Loki as if he was still a youngling, he was coming up to his next century thank you very much.
"Hmm," was the only comment from the often-quiet Vanir Hogun, who rounded out the Warriors Three. Loki was always a little shy around the silent man. He'd never really interacted with Loki, content to simply stand in the back ground, thinking what, Loki did not know. But his silent gaze often unnerved the Young Prince, making being in his presence taxing.
"So, this is the famous amour then," Thor mused, giving Loki's attire the once over carefully. "I thought there was supposed to be a helmet."
"Alviss said I couldn't wear it until the ceremony," Loki whined which made Thor chuckle.
"Don't tell me the All-Father had that god-awful drawing you did commissioned?" Sif sneered. "You'll look like a cow."
Before Loki could retort Thor and the Warriors Three burst into laughter.
"True Sif," Thor agreed.
"He'd be more of a calf than a cow," Fandral added, causing the laughter to start up again. Loki wished for the floor to come and swallow him up, his face red with embarrassment and indignation.
"Shut up, horns are noble, at least I don't look like a bird!"
"Birds no matter how small are still majestic, able to soar over their prey. A cow is merely food." Loki growled at the smug look of satisfaction that Sif sent him, her words making her fellows laugh harder. His fists clenched as his Seidr swelled under his skin, willing to come to his aid. He squashed it down though, remembering the lessons from his Mother.
"Never use Seidr in anger Loki."
"Not even when they deserve it? What if someone hurt you, Father or Thor?"
"Righteous fury is a different thing, and something we will discuss when you're a little older. But listen to me my sweet, Seidr is a weapon, just like a knife, sword or axe. Just as capable of hurting someone, especially if directed in anger. It will never turn out well, for you or others."
So, Loki stood there, allowing the elders to mock him. He was surprised then when Sif squeaked followed by a snort as her nose was transformed into that of a pig.
"What the -?" Volstagg exclaimed, while Fandral turned his amusement on his female companion.
"Loki," Thor began to scold his younger Brother, who raised his hands in surrender.
"It wasn't me."
"Indeed, Young Prince, for although you are quiet adept for such a tender age, I believe even you have not yet mastered the art of transfiguration." The sinuous voice cut across the open space towards the group, grabbing their attention and turning it in their direction.
"Amora," Sif growled, though it sounded much deeper than her usual tone thanks to the nose she now possessed. Loki tried to keep his lips from twitching as the fellow spellcaster glided towards them. Amora was beautiful, a low-cut form fitting light blue and silver dress covered her form. Showing off the lean yet toned figure she possessed, along with two other assets that had most of the young nobles staring. Flowing golden blonde hair framed a heart shaped face. Cornflower blue eyes blinked innocently at the scene, though Loki swore he spotted a twinkle of glee.
"My, how lovely you look, Sif," Amora cooed as she came to a stop at Loki's left. "Now finally what is on the inside is visible for all to see."
"Turn it back," the warrior woman demanded. Amora startled, placing a hand over her chest.
"You thought this was me? A moment ago, you were blaming the Young Prince." She smiled down at Loki, who returned it, he was enjoying watching the mischief unfold.
"Amora, cease your tricks," Thor's rumble cut through Loki's fun. Instantly Amora's eyes fixed on the Thunderer, a coy look fluttering over her features.
"Why of course Thor," she waved a hand and Sif's nose was once again back to its usual appearance. "You only had to ask." Thor didn't seem to notice the subtle indication in the sorceress's voice, merely turning to Sif.
"Is all well?"
"Bitch," the warrior female growled.
"Now, now, you shouldn't speak such words with a child present," Amora scolded, smirking. "Why, think of what the Queen would say if she knew you used such foul language around the Young Prince."
"She'd tan Thor's hide," Loki piped up, unwilling not to have his own bit of fun. "He's supposed to set an example."
"Enough you," Thor grumbled, reaching out and locking the younger Prince's head under his arm, messing up his hair.
"Ah! Get off Thor!" Loki yelp, kicking at his Brother's legs furiously. Even though the play seemed rough, both were smiling. Loki's grin was wider though, happy that Thor was playing with him instead yelling or ignoring him.
"Not until you swear not to tell Mother." Loki hissed, trying his luck again, but all he hit was solid muscle.
"Fine, fine," he whined. Thor chuckled releasing his younger brother with an extra ruffle to his hair. "It's not fair, your bigger than me," Loki pouted, crossing his arms petulantly over his chest.
"You'll grow soon enough," Thor smiled, feeling at one of Loki's biceps before exclaiming. "Why I can even feel the muscles, how long have you been in the Cohort now?"
"Six moons, B'rother."
"Really?" Thor frowned which made the resentment that churned inside Loki swell to the surface.
"Mother said she told you. I know I did," and he had, before the training had even begun. Thor had promised to help him, but instead had gone on a quest merely a day before his initiation, completely missing his first training bout.
"I'm sure you're doing marvellously in training, Prince Loki," Amora simpered. "Why, I'm positive you will live up to your Brother's astounding record." A snort came from Sif.
"The Princeling doesn't have the stomach for a real fight."
"At least he's the correct gender to be in a Cohort," Amora retorted before Loki could. "It must have been such a step down for you, you did fail to join the Valkyries after all." Sif's face turned red and even the Warriors Three turned concerned looks to each other. Loki glanced at his brother, who watched the display with tired eyes, though his fingers clutched tighter around Mjolnir. A scrape of a sword being freed filled the silence and Sif took a threatening step closer to the Sorceress.
"Why you -"
"Ah, Prince Loki, Prince Thor, I am glad I came upon you."
"Alviss," Thor raised a relieved hand at the old Steward, who walked briskly into the training yard. "What do you do here?"
"I was looking for Prince Loki," the elder servant said, face not twitching even though he had to have known what kind of situation he had walked into. "The ceremony draws near, and he has to prepare. Your Father is also asking after you Prince Thor."
"Of course," Thor nodded, puffing his chest a little. "I will go to him immediately."
"Very good Your Highness."
"We will see you at the ceremony, Thor," Fandral grinned, joined quickly by Hogan and Volstagg. Sif was still glaring at Amora, who watched the whole scene with cold eyes. Thor nodded, grasping a hold of Loki's shoulder to push him forward.
"Come Brother, you can escort me part way."
"Are you Princess Thor now?" Loki smirked, which earned him a half-hearted cuff around the head.
"Behave," Thor growled, but Loki just smiled wider. The two Princes followed Alviss, who didn't even raise an eyebrow at the pair's antics, well used to them for how long he had been the House of Odin's Steward. Thor, now away from his friends turned his whole attention to Loki, something which the younger Prince lapped up, telling him of all the mischief he had missed, as well as his first six moons in the Cohort.
"I beat Welch, though it was difficult, what with him being so much bigger than me," Loki said proudly, beaming as Thor clapped his shoulder.
"It is good that you are doing so well in the Cohort, Brother."
"Wish the instructors would let me use my Seidr though," Loki said mournfully. "I could have beaten Welch in half the time."
"The battlefield is no place for Seidr Loki," Thor was quick to admonish. "You should forget about that flight of fancy and focus on battle training."
"But I'm good at it."
"Seidr is not a thing for a boy to excel in, leave the tricks to the women." Loki's stomach coiled at the dismissal of his Seidr. Thor was known for not having a knack for the art, something which had surprised a few people as he was the son of Frigga and Odin, two powerful Seidr uses. Loki could almost understand why Thor was so dismissive, it was hard to see a use for something you did not comprehend, but that didn't make Thor's brush off sting any less. Before Loki could get into a further debate with his Brother, Alviss spoke.
"Your Highness, Prince Loki and I must leave you now."
"Truly?" Thor said taking a look around, finally noticing they were nearing their Father's personal chambers. "Alright," he bent down before Loki, clasping his shoulder. "I will see you soon Brother." Loki forced a smile onto his face, pushing down his hurt to focus on Thor. This was after all his Brother's big day, he wanted to be supportive. Reaching up, he wrapped his much thinner arms around Thor's thick neck, giving him a brief hug.
"I love you, Thor," Loki whispered the words, not wanting anyone, even Alviss to hear the confession. The Young Prince felt Thor smile, his beard bristles tickling Loki's smooth cheeks as his Brother pulled away. With a final grin and wave, Thor headed in to Odin's private quarters. Loki watched him go, thinking that the next time he would see his Brother, it would be when he was crowned King. A hand to his back brought him out of his thoughts. He turned to Alviss, whose usual stoic face had a faint smile on it.
"The Queen is waiting." Loki nodded, turning to head off to join his Mother.
"Don't pull on it."
"But it gets trapped under my feet."
"And wouldn't that be a sight. The second Prince of Asgard falling on his face the day of his Brother's coronation."
"Mother," Loki's whine made Frigga smile. She adored her younger son when he let his childishness shine for all to see. It was getting rarer as he grew older, but Frigga was willing to use every trick in the book so that she could indulge in it just a little longer.
The pair of them were waiting in the antechamber that led into the Throne room of the All-Father. The various nobility, guards and other inter-realm guests were already in place, waiting for the arrival of the Royal family. Frigga watched as Loki fussed with his cape, it was green, with a black inner lining, coming to rest at his ankles, though on occasion it got caught in Loki's boots, tripping him. Loki finally got his cape into a comfortable position, adjusting the horned crown that had slipped forward a little. He looked to his Mother, a pout on his lips, one she quickly soothed away with straightening his hair.
"You'll get used to it," she said kindly.
"Before or after I make a fool of myself?"
"Your young yet Loki, all children can make fools of themselves." Loki scowled, but didn't argue, he knew better than to argue with his Mother.
"Do you think it will be alright?" he asked.
"What, sweetheart?"
"The coronation," Frigga frowned.
"I'm sure it will, the Palace has been preparing for this for the last year at least."
"That's not what I meant," Loki said. "I meant Thor."
"What about your Brother?"
"I -" Loki hesitated, he didn't want to speak ill of Thor, not on this day, the day Thor had been waiting for most of his life. But his worries and concerns would not leave him alone. "Do you think he is ready? To be King?" Frigga stared at her younger son for a moment.
"My son, why would you ask that?"
"I just -" Loki licked his lips, the words not coming as skilfully to his tongue as he knew they should. Frigga's confusion softened a little, and she reached out a hand and pulled her child to her bosom.
"Oh, my sweet child, Thor will be fine," she soothed. "You Brother can be a little reckless," Loki snorted, which earned him a light yank on his raven locks. "But he is a man now, responsible for stepping up into the role he was born to take."
"But he'll be alone."
"He most certainly will not," Frigga tapped Loki's head in a scolding manner. "He will have your Father to guide him. Something which he didn't have as a young man. He will have the Council to advise him and myself to comfort him." Loki nodded, still not completely convinced. "And you know what else he'll have?"
"What?"
"He'll have you," Loki looked up, surprised as his Mother smiled down at him.
"Me?"
"Of course, you'll be there to support him, talk to him and knock him down a peg or two. That's what Brothers are for." Loki stilled, letting the words sink in. Then he buried into the warmth and comfort his Mother provided, letting her presence and her words cast away his worries and doubts.
"Truly?"
"Of course, your so important to your Brother, my little Loki. Never doubt your place at his side or in this family."
"I thought this was meant to be my day, does that mean I get a hug to?" Loki stiffened in his Mother's arms, but she wouldn't let him pull away as Thor entered the antechamber.
"If you want one my son, you are more than welcome to join me and your Brother," Frigga offered with a smirk down at Loki, who returned it, letting his shoulders relax and he leaned more into his Mother.
"Yes Thor, join the cuddle." Thor snorted, shaking his head. Loki and Frigga broke apart, and Frigga did pull Thor into a hug of his own.
"I'm proud of you my son," she said, making Thor blush.
"Mother," the whine sounded so similar to Loki's from earlier that Frigga had to laugh. She adjusted the winged helm on his head, making sure it sat straight on his golden locks. Then she smoothed out the cap and traced the armour.
"It turned out well."
"Father had Dwarvern smiths work on it," Thor stated.
"Make sure not to destroy it on your next quest, like the last three," Loki piped up, earning him a glare from his Brother.
"Now, now, boys, none of that," Frigga admonished, stepping back to admire her two sons. Though they were centuries apart in age, Frigga was proud to see the comradery between the two. "I'll not stand for your fights, not on this day."
"Of course, Mother," Loki was quick to say, while Thor grumbled. The elder Prince fumbled a little with Mjolnir, which was slung on his belt, resting heavily against his leg. After a moment, he turned to his Mother, a vulnerable look on his face.
"How do I look?" The question caught Loki off guard, so used to his Brother being so confident in everything he did. Before Frigga could answer however, a quiet knock came from the door that led into the throne room.
"All-Mother, it is nearly time," the voice of the guard was quiet, so as not to attract attention from any of the dignitaries in the throne room. Loki saw his Brother stiffen, as Frigga straighten her spine, standing regal and ready.
"It appears we must begin."
"You two go ahead," Thor said. "I'll be along after you."
"Thor?"
"I just need a moment," Frigga frowned, but nodded her head, holding out her hand. "Come Loki."
The younger Prince hesitated, looking between his Brother and Mother. Quickly he crossed to Thor, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"You look like a King, Thor," Loki muttered so only Thor could hear. He then detached himself, scampering to Frigga, who took his hand and headed for the door. She didn't ask what he had said, just smiled at him. They stood ready behind the door, Frigga waving her hand so that a knock sounded on the heavy wood.
The sound of trumpets came from beyond, it was followed by the booming voice of one of the Chamberlin's.
"Presenting, Her Majesty, Frigga, Queen of Asgard and All-Mother. And His Highness, Loki, Prince of Asgard!"
The door creaked open, swinging outwards so that the throne room was revealed to the two Royals. It was a large space, with several pillars that held up a domed ceiling, that had several murals of the Royal family of Asgard. The throne room was not usually one filled with so many people. The Council did not meet there, having separate chambers from their meetings with the King. The throne room was usually reserved for petitioners and receiving ambassadors or Royal visitors from other Realms.
Loki stiffen when all the eyes turned to him. He tightened his grip on his Mother's hand, one that she returned. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Her head was high, chin jutted forward and face impassive. Loki easily mimicked her stance, fixing his features into something which resembled cool aloofness, but he knew he couldn't quiet mask his awe. Following his Mother's lead, they walked the length of the hall, down the centre where a gap had been left for this very purpose, it led right to the throne.
As they passed the various nobles and dignitaries, Loki took a discreet look around. Most people he did not know on sight, especially those near the back. He did see Amora, standing tall with the other Seidr uses. She nodded her head as though in a small bow at Loki, which caused the Young Prince to frown. As they neared the throne, Loki spotted several more who he was familiar with. There were the more important warriors. Tyr was a man who had distinguished himself during the Thousand-Year War, earning the rank of General. His rugged face and large muscled body had been something which had intimidated Loki when he had first met the man. Though once you got passed the hard exterior and the fearsome love he had for training, Loki had found a funny and kind Asgardian beneath.
Near him were the Warriors Three and Lady Sif. Fandral waved, one Loki was hard pressed not to return. Hogan and Volstagg were watching, both smiling, well Volstagg smiled, Hogan just looked less grim. Sif however wasn't even looking at them, staring instead at the doors they had come through, as though she would be able to catch a glimpse of Thor, even as they were shut.
The closest to the throne was dominated by the Council of Nine. These were the men that were chosen to advise and help the King rule Asgard. Most were nobles, their family histories traceable to the first ruler of Asgard. One of them stepped forward. Erling was an aging man, not as old as Alviss, though well past his prime. With iron grey hair, which matched his eyes. He was tall, well built, a clue to that he was once a warrior, though a puckered scar sliced down over one eye, making him rather fierce looking. Being the Spokesman of the Council it was his job to receive Frigga and Loki before they joined the All-Father on Hlidskjalf. Erling bowed to the two Royals, a smile breaking across his features, distorting the scar even more.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness. We greet Thee."
Frigga nodded, making sure not to incline her head to far. "I greet thee in turn."
"I greet thee in turn," Loki copied, the words coming out quieter than he would have liked. Erling stepped aside, now no longer barring the way to the throne. Hlidskjalf was made of solid gold, set high on a dais. Carved stairs led the way up to where Odin, the All-Father sat, waiting. A tug on his hand was all the warning Loki got before they were ascending. Frigga only let go when they reached the platform that was big enough for the two Royals to stand comfortably beside the throne. Frigga stepped ahead of Loki, curtsying low to the seated All-Father.
"Your Queen greets thee All-Father." Odin finally stood. Leaning on Gungnir, the golden spear that was the symbol of power of the King of Asgard. He turned to his wife, taking her hand so that he could help her from her curtsy, kissing it.
"Your King greets thee in turn, All-Mother." That was the signal for Loki to step forward. This series of events had been drilled into him for the last couple of moons, he knew he had no excuse for messing up. Loki bowed low.
"Your Prince greets thee All-Father," Loki intoned, not rising from his bow until a large weathered hand took hold of his shoulder, righting him. Loki stared into the impassive gaze of his Father. Odin was about the same age as Erling, passed his prime, but still holding enormous power beneath the surface. The deep blue eye seemed to see right through Loki's startling green gaze. The golden eye patch the only thing that broke that stern look.
"Your King greets thee in turn, my son," Odin said, and Loki couldn't help but feel a fission of happiness course through him. It had been so long since his Father had looked at him, what with all his focus being on preparing Thor. Loki hoped that now the coronation was happening he would be able to spend more time with his Father. Loki stepped back, taking his place beside his Mother, to the left of Hlidskjalf. She took his hand briefly, the only thing she could do in this situation to show her pride. Odin slammed the butt of Gungnir to the ground.
"Let Asgard greet its Crown Prince and after this day its King. Thor, Prince of Asgard."
A thunderous shout went up from the crowd as the door was thrown open, only for Thor not to be there. Loki frowned, glancing at his Mother who was rolling her eyes.
"Where is he?" Loki whispered.
"Foolish boy," was all she said, though it didn't sound angry, more resigned and almost fond. Loki wanted to question his Mother more, but suddenly a familiar sound filled the air. As though something was moving at a great speed. Suddenly, something rocketed through the doors, Loki had barely any time to register that it was Mjolnir, seeming to crackle with energy. It rocketed around the throne room, drawing everyone's gaze to it. Loki also watched, trying his best to keep it in sight. When it had done two laps of the room, it changed direction as though called. As it headed back to the doors, it was caught in Thor's fist, who lifted it high with a cry.
The crowd was quick to respond, something which seemed to egg Thor on as he started to toss Mjolnir from hand to hand as he made his way up the ail towards the throne. Loki watched on with a smile, so much for being nervous, he thought. He glanced at his Father, whose face hadn't twitched in either amusement or annoyance. Frigga, however raised an eyebrow as Thor approached. The elder son shuffled a little, though he winked at Loki when his Mother's attention was taken by her husband when he cracked Gungnir against the ground again making silence settle in the hall. Thor knelt, bowing his head, Odin held out the spear for all to see.
"Gungnir. Its aim is true, its power strong." Odin's voice, though quiet, filled the hall, making each word clear for all to hear. "With it I have defended Asgard and the lives of the innocent across the Nine Realms since the time of the Great Beginning. And though the day has come for a new King to wield his own weapon," he nodded at Mjolnir, which was set before Thor at the bottom of the dais. "The duty remains the same."
Odin pulled back Gungnir, so that he could directly address his son. "Thor Odinson," Thor looked up into the face of his Father, now that he had been acknowledged. "My heir, my first born. So long entrusted with the mighty hammer, Mjolnir. Forged in the heart of a dying star, from the sacred metal of Uru. Only one may lift it. Only one is worthy. Who wields this hammer commands the lightning and the storm." Thor beamed a little, pride making his chest puff out.
Loki rolled his eyes, Thor always had a large ego, their Father was going to make him unbearable after this little speech. "Its power has no equal, as a weapon to destroy, or as a tool to build. It is a fit companion for a King. Today, I entrust you with the greatest honour in all the Nine Realms. The sacred throne of Asgard." A sombre tone entered Odin's voice and suddenly to Loki's eye he looked old. "I have sacrificed much to achieve peace. So, too, must a new generation sacrifice to maintain that peace. Responsibility, duty, honour. These are not merely virtues to which we must aspire. They are essential to every soldier and to every King."
Thor nodded his head once, but Loki wondered if he fully understood what Odin meant. He wasn't going to brag and say that he did. Most of the words the All-Father had uttered did not apply to him. But Thor struggled even with the basic of political conversation, how was he supposed to understand the hidden meanings in their Father's speech? As Odin stepped down the stairs, Loki took a moment to glance around the hall. Most were silent and watching now, though they shuffled and rubbed their arms as though they were cold. The torches were also burning lower, filling the room with shadows that were not present at the start of the coronation. Loki's observations were interrupted as Odin spoke again.
"Thor Odinson, do you swear to guard the Nine Realms?" Thor did not hesitate as he answered.
"I swear."
"Do you swear to preserve the peace?" Again, Thor didn't falter.
"I swear," was his swift response. A sudden shiver beside him had the Young Prince turning from the historic display before him. His Mother was still watching, but her shoulders were shaking, and her skin had turned paler. Loki reached out and touched her hand. She was freezing.
"Do you swear to cast aside all selfish ambition and pledge yourself only to the good of all the Realms?" Thor did pause this time, an unreadable expression flitting across his features, but he soon recovered.
"I swear." Loki was by now not paying a bit of attention to the ceremony, concerned, he took a step closer to his Mother.
"Mother, are you alright?" his quiet question gained Frigga's attention. She turned to her son, eyebrows furrowed.
"Loki -"
"Then on this day, I, Odin All-Father, proclaim you -" the All-Father suddenly stopped. His eyes leaving Thor, looking up at one of the banners that hung from the ceiling. Loki and his Mother followed his gaze, confused by the pause, only to gasp at the sight of the frozen banner, crackling as the ice continued to freeze it in place. It didn't take long for Thor and some of the others in the crowd to notice what held the King's attention. Thor frowned, opening his mouth to ask something, though Odin beat him to it. "Frost Giants."
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