Loki always knew he wasn't normal. His ears were pointed and his tail was long. Thor also had pointed ears and a long tail but there were differences. Thor's tail was shaggy and golden and wagged when he was happy, his ears, pointed when he was excited and drooped when he was sad. Loki, his tale was long and had short fur and his ears were always pointed. He was clean and neat and quiet as opposed to Thor, loud and rambunctious. Thor liked to surround himself with others while Loki preferred to be alone or just with Thor. They were opposites, Thor light golden and Loki dark. Loki's black fur was tinted green at the ends of his ears and tail. Thor's tanned skin contrasted Loki's pale flesh. His black and green clothes only made him look paler while Thor's silver and red armor only increased his handsome appearance.

Loki liked to sit alone on the edge of the kingdom and look down at the mortals.

Humans were such useless creatures. They looked the same other than the ears and tail. The major difference was in the "god" status. Loki was good with magic while everyone else in the land were known for strength and such. He wasn't a normal boy and was always sick growing up. He never got to train in the sparring field. Thor had smuggled him in once though. They had snuck in the back way and watched some of the soldiers spar. When the soldiers were done Thor asked Loki if he wanted to try. They both got wooden stick and got on the mat. Thor, far better both from natural talent and training, went easy on the smaller and frailer boy. Loki held his own for a while but then Thor got in a shot to the chest. It wasn't that hard of a hit but Loki couldn't breathe and then began coughing up blood. The stain was still on the mat. Oden gave Thor 30 lashes despite Loki's pleas and Thor was bed ridden for two weeks. Loki had gotten the chance to take care of his brother for once instead of watching him play from the window.

"Loki?" Asked the all too familiar voice. Thor always got worried when Loki sat on the cliff edge that signaled the end of their world.

"Yes Thor?" Loki asked, his tail twitching in annoyance and his ears swiveling to catch the sounds of his brother better. Slightly elevated heartbeat, worried, even breathing as he had been taught. His scent reached Loki's nose, he smelled like warmth and laughter. Loki loved everything about Thor.

"It is your birthday, come, join in the celebration." Thor said with his usual spark of joy.

"You know I don't find these celebrations enjoyable." Loki snapped back. He heard Thor rescind slightly. "Sit with me for a moment." Loki asked patting the ground next to him. He heard Thor shuffle, worried about being so close to the edge. Thor, although he could fly using Mjolnir, never liked heights. That was something only Loki knew. "Please?" He asked turning his cold blue cat eyes on his brother. Thor sighed and sat down next to Loki.

"The others are waiting for you, for us to return." Thor said looking over his shoulder.

"You know I don't like being around the others." Loki said looking over the edge curiously.

"I know but-" Thor trailed off as he saw Loki leaning over the edge from his seated position.

"What did you get me?" Loki asked as he kicked a rock over the edge and then leaned in to watch it fall.

"I didn't have a chance to get you anything. I'll get you-" he trailed off as Loki's hand slipped its way into his. Small and fragile, soft and tender Loki's hand felt in Thor's rough calloused one.

"You don't have to get me anything. Just so there with me for a while." Loki said as he turned a smile on Thor. He watched Thor's dilemma play across his face.

"You know I don't like heights." Thor said with a frustrated huff as he got up, dropping Loki's hand, and walking away. Loki sighed and kicked another rock over the edge of the cliff.

"Happy birthday me." Loki said bitterly before he got up and followed Thor back to the party, HIS party. Thor was with his friends, the adults with theirs. Loki had never gotten a chance to make friends during his shut in childhood. All he had was the people who raised him and Thor. They had their own lives, ones where he, the sick little freak did not fit in.