A/N: I had to write this, because c'mon, how could I not? I know, I know, its all cheesy, but this idea really came to me during a thunderstorm, so hey, blame the God of Thunder, not me… Plus, this fandom was too full of angst, so I decided to write a fluff-mance thingy...

…Please don't kill me after reading this…


"Oh yes? It is because of you brother, that you do not take me to those wars!" Loki spat, eyes gleaming with anger, sparks flying at the edge of his fingertips.

"That's because you are not trained in fighting! You sit in the dark corners, with books and charms! You do not know how to slay and bleed." The God of the thunder screamed into his brother's face, lighting up the sky with an angry flash.

"Oh! That so? You think my magic is weak? I'll show you, how weak I am!" The God of Mischief smiled, evil and strong, casting a wordless spell. And then suddenly, there was smoke, all across the chambers, and the two Aesir Princes disappeared into the thin air and thick smoke.


Down somewhere, deep in the middle of nowhere, Earth, Maya was dancing around her room.

"All these feeeeels!" She screamed, clenching her chest. "Aaaaah!" She fell down on her knees, as if everything really pained her.

The sky crackled with a huge web-like thunderbolt, lighting up the night sky. The sound of the rumbling was like a singer's chorus to the orchestra of the hailstorm. She looked up to the flash, eyes lighting up with a thousand constellations, and a pure smile on her face.

"Thunder!" She sobbed. "And Frost! Together! Aaaaah!"

This weather had been torturing the "fangirl" for almost two hours now. Obviously, her mother had mistaken her screams for fear, but Maya had assured her for good.

"Oh Thorrr!" She purred. "Loki!" She cried out in a heavy accent. Then she straightened, brushing her accent off. "Guys!" Her pitch was normal now. "I know, you're at it, but I have to do homework, you know? All these ThunderFrost feels are like, killing me?"

Another thunder, and she was pretty sure, the momentum of the hail storm had picked up pace. "Oh!" Her face lit up with understanding. "You guys are approaching the climax, is it? That's okay, that's okay! You can go on. I'll just sit in this corner and sob." She sat down, arms folding around her knees.

Oh, what have I become? She sighed, closing her eyes. But, if only, if only I could see you once…for real…

A huge lightening lit up the sky. But this time, something was different, she could feel the static in the air. When she looked up, there was this huge flash, as if it was coming from inside the room.

And maybe it was.

Slowly, but steadily, the room was filled with smoke. Not grey or black, but silver and gold, little sparks flying here and there.

And in came two men from nowhere, stumbling and falling on each other.