Started writing this story a while ago but never got around to posting it. Originally wrote it as a one-shot but it's gotten kind of long so I've split it into a multi-chapter. First chapter is really short but please read and review! First Thor story! I would love some feedback! :)

No pairings, some brotherliness in later chapters.

Warnings: Rated T for some violence, mild language, and realistic poverty situations

Takes place when Thor and Loki are children. Loki is thirteen, almost fourteen. Thor is sixteen.

Loki opened his eyes and glanced out the window at the moon, almost time, he thought. He sat up, pushing the bloody rag off his face. He had a deep slash from his forehead to his chin, cutting over his eye. Why can't I be good at anything?

Earlier that night he had been working on some combat techniques. He had been fighting on pure rage over something that had happened earlier that day and he had thrown a knife that had rebounded and hit him in the face with the blade side, slashing his face. Sif had been watching from the trees and had immediately run to his aid, she had told him to go to the sick ward, but instead he had gone up to his room. The wound had strangely not healed as fast as his wounds normally did. It hurt badly but it would heal in time, even if it took longer than normal.

Loki glanced out the window again and smiled, it's time.

It was 12:00 as Loki made his way down the palace walls and further away from the bright lights of Asgard, staying well hidden in the dark shadows of the many buildings. A few days ago he had managed to find a small tear in the walls between realms, allowing him to travel between realms without the interference and monitoring of his father, Odin. Loki pushed the small pack up on his shoulder, why did I pack so much? he asked himself, shaking his head. One part of his mind was telling him that he should turn back and forget about the tear, tell his father and allow him to take care of it. But he knew this was his only chance to go explore the other realms, a chance like this was only going to come once. 'They probably won't even notice i've left' , he thought, 'and even if they did, I doubt they would care. I'm just the pesky little brother, the nuisance who can never do anything right and is always getting in trouble.' . He was almost fourteen for gods-sake! He needed to stop thinking he was ten years old! But he couldn't.

Loki began to run, getting further and further away from the bright lights of Asgard. He pumped his legs harder and harder until he felt as if he would collapse if he didn't stop. He let himself collapse onto the ground, his chest heaving trying to take in oxygen. Loki felt the warm tears he had been trying to hold back beginning to stream down his cheek, he wiped them away quickly and stood up. He looked and looked around, taking in his had gone to far, but only by a mile or two. Loki took a deep breath and began to retrace his steps. After about twenty minutes he found himself in the clearing where he had found the tear.

Loki stopped, sucking in a deep breath of sweet oxygen. Then he walked over to a tree that was standing in the center of a clearing. He reached down to the bottom of a tree and began to dig, he had put a coin in the soil by the tree to mark the spot. Loki grabbed the coin and stood up, brushing dirt off his black leather trousers. He closed his eyes, thinking of where he wanted to go. Midgard, he thought, I've always wanted to go there…

Before he could do anything else he felt himself ripped off the ground and into the tunnel that would carry him to Midgard. The ride was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was how he imagined those things he had the humans used, rollercoasters? Loki smiled to himself, that's exactly what it was like. He could feel the wind beating at his hair and face and he could see blurs of color all around him. Loki laughed out loud again but then felt his speed begin to increase. Then the movement suddenly stopped, and was falling, falling, falling…

Loki landed in the middle of an alleyway, falling on his face. "Agh!" he exclaimed out loud. He moaned and rolled onto his back. He could feel the the hot, sticky blood running down his face. Loki sighed and used his sleeve to stop the bleeding. Strange, he thought, it is a simple bloody nose, why hasn't it stopped by now? Loki began to mutter an incantation, a simple healing spell. After a few minutes the bleeding stopped, although it took much longer than it should have.

Loki stood up and reached behind him to grab his pack, but it wasn't there. I must have dropped it when I fell, he shook his head. He would be fine without it. He closed his eyes and disguised the deep slash mark on his face that had refused to heal, as well as cleaning up his clothes. But suddenly he felt exhausted, It was a simple healing and cloaking spell, why has it exhausted me so?

The teen sat pondering this question, then he remembered. Magic didn't work as well on Midgard, in fact, it was amazing that he hadn't passed out even if it had been something as simple as a healing incantation and a simple cloaking spell. Loki shook his head and took a deep breath before turning and walking out of the alley into the bright streets of New York.