Before reading:
Oh my gods, I'm so agitated! This is my very first fic about this fandom, it's just that 'Thor', just like 'The Avengers' charmed me, possessed my heart, I'm in love with Loki and Thor (okay, mostly with Loki 3) and I'm more than sure that those two love each other ^^ awww
I've read many stories about Loki and Thor, loved a lot of them, I guess I'll never be that good, but let's try!
Well, I just know the things I learned from the movies, so I apologize for my ignorance about the comics! :(
VERY IMPORTANT: I'm Italian and probably my English is terrible, I have no beta-reader helping me with this (anyone willing to help? ) , so forgive all my mistakes, I've tried my best :/
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Summary: What if Loki found out his true origin at the age of six years old?
I.
Those two knew very well that they weren't allowed to be in that room on their own, but, and that was even more important, that day they weren't even allowed to leave their rooms.
They had been punished, because of what they had done the day before.
After all, it's more than normal that two kids can hardly resist to the temptation of doing a little prank, that's why Thor and Loki simply couldn't.
They were respectively nine years old and six years old and they weren't ordinary children, they were two little princes, that's why they were supposed to be a role model for the others.
Too bad that the more something was forbidden, the more those two little rascals felt attracted to it.
Because of their attitude, they were often punished and their punishment was mainly a whole day to spend prisoners in their rooms, without the chance of seeing each other, which was the cruel part of that chastisement that the two princes found extremely unfair.
No matter how many toys they had, so many that they could make every other Asgardian child envious, to Thor Loki's company was the best game ever and vice versa.
The difference was that Thor had a large choice, because he was full of friends and everyone wanted to play with him; while Loki was always seen as the weird kid, the one to avoid, the one who would bring just and only troubles.
Maybe it was because the younger kid preferred the magic arts instead of the nobler and well-accepted warrior activities.
Thor, save their parents, was the only one not to judge Loki for that and he was his only true friend.
In order to make the two children achieve that punishment, there were two servants in front of the locked door, to prevent them from going to the corridors; but Thor had learned how to elude the supervisory control.
As every time he had found himself in that unpleasant situation, that afternoon the Odin's first-born son, with all the circumspection he could muster, had opened the big window of his bedroom, climbing on the windowsill.
From there, he had jumped easily with an athletic leap on the majestic tree that was also near Loki's bedroom, Odin's second son.
To the blond it was very easy to cross the branches and jump on the brunet's windowsill as he waited for his big brother, with his window open.
"You made it even this time!" the younger kid welcomed him, with the joy of seeing him sparkling in his big, emerald green eyes.
"I always make it!" the elder brother declared self-confident, with pride sparkling in his narrow but intense sapphire blue eyes. "So what can we do now?" he asked immediately after.
"You know, if we really have to be punished, at least let us be punished for something that is really worth it! We put those frogs on the laundry room just to have a good laugh!" Loki summed up, laughing at that memory, which was not remote at all.
"Yep, and one of the servants had a frog on her hair!" Thor laughed, being very careful not to make the servants outside hear him. "It was such a beautiful joke that even Sif, Fandral, Volstagg and Hogun told me we were great. See? They do understand us!" the elder brother commented, with a proud smirk.
Loki's face darkened.
"You mean that you were great. They understand only you!" he snorted, pouting.
That was a vision that Thor couldn't tolerate.
"C'mon, Loki, don't act like this! You know that I always understand you!" the blond hugged him, with a protective attitude, as the brunet pressed his face against his chest.
When Loki raised his head to stare at his brother, the smile had come back on his features.
"Thor, do you want to take the risk of getting the king of all the punishments?" the younger kid urged him.
"What are you planning?" Thor stared at him, eager and intrigued.
After all, his little brother always had the most brilliant ideas and the most daring pranks had always his hand in it.
"Which is the most forbidden place that you can think about?" Loki peered at him with a smirk.
Immediately Thor's face lightened up with excitement and adrenalin.
"Loki, no, are you crazy? What if they found us?" Thor wondered, unable to hide a smile.
"They won't find us." Loki guaranteed with the self-confident calm that was typical of him.
"Loki, no…" Thor wavered one last time.
Loki smiled amused. He knew that that 'no 'actually meant 'yes'.
And his brother's question confirmed his theories.
"How can we do that?"
"The servants watch only over our doors. And father and mother are so sure that we won't get out from here that they didn't even extend the punishment to the whole palace." Loki explained.
"What does it mean?" the blond stared confused at him, scratching his head.
Perspicacity was not his strong point at all.
"I'm telling you that if we manage to get out of this room, we won't have anything else to worry about, at least until we reach our goal!" the little brother pointed out very patiently.
He was more than used to his big brother's obtuseness, but he was also subtly amused by that.
"C'mon, Thor, take us outside and the work is done!" the brunet incited him one last time.
Agility and strength were not his strong point at all.
The only answer he received was the blond flexing his legs and leaning forward, turning to the other.
"Jump on, little brother!" he invited him and Loki instantly obeyed, holding tight to his big brother who had an extraordinary strength, although he was only nine years old.
Well, the fact that Loki was very thin and petite made things even easier, but that only made stronger the sense of protection that Thor felt towards him.
With astonishing easiness, the blond climbed on the windowsill, with his pleasant burden wrapping his slender legs around Thor's waist and his arms around his neck.
Loki adored that oh-so-intimate contact with his big brother, in those moments he felt safe and protected by everything.
"Let's go!" Thor chuckled, jumping on the branch.
"Are you not afraid?" Loki murmured wavering, as he stared at the dizzy height that separated them from the ground.
Thor burst out laughing.
"Loki, a soon-to-be king can't be afraid of anything. Besides, I'm the strongest one!" he declared, before jumping on the other branches, until the height that separated them from the ground wasn't so scaring anymore.
In a few seconds, they reached the safe and soft meadow.
Loki came back to the ground very unwillingly, but they had a thrilling mission to accomplish.
They ran around the entire palace outside and went towards the main entrance, running through the corridors, free and undisturbed.
They were panting and their hearts beat very fast, but they kept smiling at each other, almost as if one wanted to encourage the other and vice versa.
There were only few meters that separated them from the weapons' room, but the more they got closer to it, the more they realised how big that risk was.
Anyway, the risk was nothing but a wonderful game to the two kids.
So far everything had gone fine and no one had seen them.
Loki and Thor were behind the corner of the corridor that leaded to the craved room.
Their father, which was all the gods' father and the king of Asgard, their realm, used to take them to the weapons' room, in order to show them some important relics and tell them the anecdote related to those objects.
The king used to talk often about what one day would be theirs, although only one of them was destined to the throne.
However, in that moment Odin was not with them and the access to that room was strictly forbidden. As a matter of fact, there were two guards who constantly watch over the room.
From their hiding place, the two children could easily see them.
"We won't ever have a chance to go inside the room, we'd better come back!" Thor snorted, blowing one of his golden locks from his forehead.
"Thor, a soon-to-be king never surrenders in front of the first obstacle!" Loki struck back, in a whisper, not to make the guards hear him.
"You're right, but... try to be reasonable; we can't fight against the guards!" Thor looked at the brunet puzzled.
Loki sneered mischievously.
"Who the heck ever said that we have to fight against them?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, it will be much easier to go inside once there won't be any guard to watch over there!" the younger kid smiled, very calmly.
"How do you think that you can do that?" his big brother stared at him, with admiring eyes.
He adored his little brother's brilliant mind.
"There's something that I've just learned to do and I guess that it could work; but I can't do that on myself, I need your help." Loki murmured.
"But... if you've never done it on yourself, how can you know that it's going to work?" the blond gave him a hard time.
"Hey! You know that I'm really good with my stuff! I've tried so hard, it's time to see the results!" the brunet snapped.
"Thor, do you trust me?" he asked him immediately after, with a calmer tone and a weak smile.
Thor showed him a larger smile and squeezed his hand affectionately.
"You already know the answer; just tell me what I have to do!"
"When I tell you, you must scream as loud as you can at the guards to go away, send them to the more far-away place you can think of!" Loki instructed him.
"Why should they ever listen to me?" Thor frowned.
"You'll see. Just try to sound like a king, try to say it as father would say it!" his little brother replied, placing himself behind his back. "I'll give you the signal, is that okay?"
"Okay!" the blond nodded with renewed trust.
Glad for his approval, Loki closed his eyes and concentrated deeply for few seconds, whispering something unintelligible.
When he opened his eyes, he noticed satisfied that there was a little, bright green light on his left hand.
He put that hand on Thor's shoulder, as the blond was busy choosing the place where to send the guards and he pictured the perfect one in his mind.
"Now!" the brunet whispered to the blond.
"Guards! I want you in the presence of Heimdall . It's an order, there's no time to waste!" Thor screamed at the top of his lungs, but the most astonishing thing was that from his lips the real voice of his father came out, Odin's real voice.
The guards jolted and without any wonder they rushed towards the place they've been ordered to go to, fearing that there was an attack from a hostile realm.
Loki took his hand off Thor and the small light faded away.
"How.. how did you manage to do such a thing?" Thor asked him stunned, with his normal voice and his eyes full of awe.
"It's a spell to disguise the voice and, yeah, it seems that I learned to do that extremely well!" Loki bragged, passing a hand though his jet-black hair, showing a large victorious smile. "Did you send them to Heimdall? That's brilliant, my dear big brother!" he congratulated with him immediately after.
"Well, at least they will have a long way to cross!" the blond chuckled. "After you, little brother." he invited him, coming out from their hiding place.
The coast was finally clear, but they knew that they didn't have too much time left: the guards would have figured out soon that little trick.
Thor and Loki ran inside the weapons' room, searching with their looks if there was any new relic, but they didn't find anything that they hadn't already seen.
Thor took advantage of that to admire the Mjiolnir, the legendary hammer that his father had used in many wars.
That was the most powerful weapon ever and the kid was blessed with that vision, as he daydreamed about the day when that hammer would be his.
Not very far from it, placed on a stone pedestal there was the casket of the kingdom of Jotunheim and it was the most important relic that Odin had taken back from a war.
That casket was the main source of the power of the Frost Giants, the inhabitants of that realm that was cold, dark and inhospitable; but mostly the Frost Giants were their sworn enemies.
Thor adored hearing his father telling the story of the war that finally had managed to bring a truce between the two realms. He wished he could become a brave and dreaded fighter, in order to show their enemies who held the absolute power.
Contrary to Thor, Loki didn't like very much hearing that story, he preferred when his mother told him about the other seven realms.
There was something in Jotunheim that made his heart sore and made him feel very uncomfortable.
He kept staring at the casket, maybe because he was captured by its intense light blue or maybe because he was attracted by an ancient and irresistible allure.
Loki felt the unstoppable compulsion to try to touch it and he couldn't comprehend the reason.
TBC
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