Spell-Blunders
WARNING: I do not read the comics, nor do I have knowledge on all the Norse goddess and gods. Therefore I shall be creating some of my own for this fic. This is also meant for amusement, so any OOC that there is, I am sorry. I'm trying to make it has funny as possible while staying In Character. :)
Please, enjoy.
Chapter one
Blunder
Loki Odinson. The silkiest liar in all of Asgard. The sneakiest trickster in the entire realm. One of the best sorcerer's of his age. Loki, a prince of Asgard! One would think, with these titles, Loki would be admired throughout the realm, swooned over by the ladies and envied by the other men. However, this was not the case for the simple fact that he had not always had such titles.
He was not always the silkiest liar in all of Asgard.
Nor was he the sneakiest trickster in the entire realm.
And most definitely not the best sorcerer of his age.
Before Loki could become all of that, he would have to learn. And as most everyone knows, learning can be somewhat difficult. Especially when it comes to the subject of magic. As those who do not practice magic in Asgard are led to believe, spells and incantations are perceived as simple as reciting words off a parchment. That is not the case.
Magic is taxing, much like running or sword fighting is. Spells that require hand motions must be painstakingly memorized, for if not performed right, you might end up accidently turning someone into a toad while you merely tried to produce flowers out of thin air. And then of course there was the factor that magic was unpredictable.
Each person has a different magic inside of them. Some are weaker than others and some are stronger. Some magic might take a liking to different types of spells, while other types just do whatever they want. The magic inside each person has… almost its own personality. With likes and dislikes, strengths and weakness. And like all people, it has a specific trait that just makes magic… magic. For example, Arora's magic was a tad bit serious, always taking the spells she produced seriously and honestly trying to do its best, while Lorelei's magic was more… flirtatious.
Loki's magic was humor. Lots of humor.
Now, when I say humor I don't mean it just cracks jokes all the time. I mean humor as in pranks and making other people laugh. Even if it is at the person producing the spell's expense. And, to be frightfully honest, it was usually the latter.
It was not always like this, for much like a person, they take time to grow into who they are. And, much like a person, they do not stay the same as they grow.
The spell-blunders, as people had commonly taken to calling them, started not long after Prince Loki had begun taking his magical training, around the Midgardian age of thirteen.
And unlike sword-training, magic was not taught hands-on. Now, don't get me wrong, there is a teacher in the class and he or she does help them when they are stuck on a specific spell… But most of the students are left to their own devices to learn the spells and practice them and memorize them. When the teacher would notice a student struggling with a specific incantation, they would simply go over, help them, and then sit back at their desk until they noticed the next struggling student.
This left the young pupils with a lot of time on their hands. And when one is bored, with lots of time on their hands and magic at their disposal, things can get pretty ugly pretty fast.
Now, most of the time if a student was bored, usually they would just move onto learning a different spell to keep themselves occupied.
Loki would do this often, usually staying quiet as he practiced the spells and ignored his female classmates, for he was the only male in the class. But of course, there would be those rare moments in which he was just dying to try out a new spell and he just couldn't resist.
*Break line*
Loki stared down at the ancient leather-bound book, eyes narrowing as he stared at the spell. It should have been incredibly simple. In fact, Loki was nearly positive that even Thor could do this spell. Loki gave a frown as he thought about that. Yeah, Thor probably couldn't do this spell. But that was beside the point. The point of the matter was Loki was having trouble, while the others in his class had already managed to do it.
"Look, my bunny is the color of my hair," Amora squealed as she held the bunny up in the air, the other girls around her cooing. Loki gave a small glare directed in their direction as he turned back to his spell book.
"I can accomplish this," Loki thought to himself as he stared down at the book, engraving the spell into his brain. With a deep sigh, he cleared his mind, straightened his back.
"Villsvin," he hissed and pointed forward. Nothing happened. With a small frown Loki glanced around the room and scratched his ear. Nobody had seen, but he was supposed to have already created one of those cruelly adorable rabbits.
"Achoo!" Lorelei sneezed gracefully into her hands, Amora's rabbit startling at the sudden noise.
"Lorelei! You scared him," Amora scolded as her sister lightly rubbed her nose.
"Well, I'm sorry sister dear," Lorelei sneered slightly and crossed her arms. "But it seems as though my allergies have decided to pick up."
The two sisters continued to fight as Loki once again turned towards his book. He had to try again, and this time he could not, would not fail! Determination set into his eyes as he once again read over the spell and shut his eyes in concentration.
"Villsvin," he hissed, just a tad bit louder than he had last time. The room around him fell deathly quiet, and for a brief moment Loki worried nothing had happened. That is, until he felt a snort of hot breath flow over his face. With a small gulp, he peeked an eye open and staring back at him was the crazed face of a wild boar.
"Loki, don't. Move." The teacher shut her book, eyes wide as saucer plates. Quietly, the girls around him backed up.
"Help me," Loki hissed as he quietly leaned back in his chair, edging away from the beast. Red eyes filled with anger stared back at the panicked green ones. The room was silent, each girl trying to quietly make their way away from Loki and the Boar, towards the door. He felt slightly betrayed by this, but then concluded that he too, would have done the same.
"Nobody make a sound," the teacher whispered as she stood up, chair scraping lightly against the ground. The boar turned his ears towards the sound, letting out a louder snort and pawed at the desk he was on. "Loki, I want you to try to quietly come over to us. Nice and gently, now."
Loki, not daring to turn his eyes away from the boar, slowly started to stand up. He was halfway out of the chair when something awfully dreadful happened.
"Achoo!"
*Break line*
Thor, Lady Sif and the warriors three walked through the city. They teased each other back and forth joyfully as they remembered the wonderful day they had just had. With sword practice, warrior training and a quick dip in a pond as only a couple of their many adventures.
"Lady Sif, how—"Thor was cut off as a loud shriek sounded from inside the building next to them. Moments later the doors burst open, a group of pupils rushing out of the building and firing incantation's behind them.
"Nothing is wounding it, let alone slaying it!" Lorelei shrieked as she jumped behind Thor, throwing a charm into the building.
"Run you fools run!" Jöro screamed as she practically tossed another spell into the building. More screams could be heard from inside. Loud crashes sounded off and the building shook, a dull explosion shaking the ground.
It was then a might boar appeared out of the school. A chair was splintering on its might tusk, arrows stuck helplessly in its thick hide, eyes from the devil himself had been placed on its face and Loki clung tightly to the rough fur, eyes wide with panic.
"Slay it!" Loki shrieked as the boar bucked, Loki's legs flying in the air as he clung on for dear life. "Slay it! Slay it! Slay it!"
"Get of the boar!" Amora shouted and shot a pink spark towards the beast, barely missing Loki by an inch.
"Slay it! Slay it! Slay it!" He continued to shriek as the giant hog rushed around the fountain, dodging spells and incantation's as it tried to desperately to get the prince off of its back. "Slay it! Slay it! Slay it!"
"Jump off!" Lorelei shrieked as she rushed behind a barrel for protection, throwing a flaming fireball towards the boar. Sadly, the flame missed the boar (and Loki) by a hair and flew right into a nearby shop.
"You fool!" Loki's shriek could be heard as the boar bucked again, Lorelei giving a gasp as the shop promptly went up in flames. "Slay it! For Odin's sake just slay it!"
Jöro let out a cry as she lifted rocks into the air with a spell, throwing them forward as she tried to hit the beast.
"What are you standing there for? Get the boar!" Amora shouted at Thor, resisting the urge to slap him out of shock. The prince blinked with surprise, quickly taking out his sword and rushing forward, along with his companions. Loki's shrieks to slay the beast continued to grow louder and louder, if that were possible.
"Slay it! Slay it! Slay it!"
"We're trying!" "Let go Loki! Let go!" "Slay it! Slay it! Slay it!"
"RAaah!" "It's on fire! Someone put the fire out!"
"AH!" "By Odin's beard just kill it already!"
"Slay it! Slay it! Slay it!" "Someone get the guards!" "No Lorelei!"
"That's oil! Not water!"
"Slay it! Slay it! Slay it!" "Let go brother! Let go!" "No more fireballs! You're just making things worse!"
"AH! They're on fire!" "Slay it! Slay it! Slay it!"
With a final swing Thor brought down his sword and imbedded it into the Boars skull. The sudden stop sent Loki flying into the fountain, creating a large splash. Lorelei shrieked as the splash covered her and Jöro. The shop in the distant burnt wildly in the background.
Everyone was silent. Listening to the burning of the building and the heavy breathing of one another. Slowly, Loki dragged himself into an upright position. Scorch marks were dusted over his flesh, small cuts had formed on his hands on where he gripped the boars fur and a haunted glint was in his eyes.
"You," Lorelei poked him in the chest, the boy swaying as she did so. "Should have let go."
"Agreed," Loki groaned and fell back into the fountain. Thor yanked the sword from the mighty beasts head and rushed towards Loki.
"Brother, what in the name of Asgard happened?" He asked as the group crowded around the floating boy.
"I was trying to make a bunny," he mumbled with a dazed expression. Slowly his eyebrows came together, the haunted look still in his eye. "That was not a bunny."
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