It had been another day for young Loki and his brother. Although Asgard was in the middle of a picturesque winter, the young warriors were still required to do outdoor drills and activities.

"Dismissed! Be here same time tomorrow!" Thor shouted. His cries were returned by a couple of cheers. Loki was quickly packing his bag when his shoulder bumped into that of Lady Sif's. "I'm-" "Watch it, Loki. Haven't you messed up enough today."

Loki was about to respond when Thor put and arm between them. "Now, Sif. Loki is a little behind, but so were you at one point. Let us not fight. Today was productive. I will take him out for a little walk, and we'll all reconvene at the dining hall to feast."

Sif huffed and grabbed her sack full of weapons. "Hurry it up, ok. Or you'll miss the food." She stormed off angrily and met up with the rest of the group. Thor turned to Loki and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Now, let's take that walk."

The two left the field and entered the woods. The ground was covered in a layer of frost, and snow capped off the branches and briar around them. Every so often, a tree would shiver, sending down soft white flakes that swirl and landed upon them like sweet kisses.

"I'm sorry, Thor. I know Lady Sif does not enjoy my company."

"Could that possibly be because you cut off all her hair?"

Loki turned his head away. It was true. In a fit of jealousy over Sif and Thor, he cut off her golden hair. He tried to mend the damages, but not Sif was stuck with long black locks. She hated them. And it was entirely his fault.

Sensing the tension, Thor spoke up once again. "Speaking of hair, what's going on with yours, Brother?" Loki snapped out of his thoughts and processed the statement. "I'm growing it out..." All the other Asgardians grew out their locks. Yet when Loki tried, his hair became unruly, and often covered his face.

They came into a clearing, and passed a small frozen pond. "Yes but do you comb it ? Haha, Brother your hair is more unruly than a-"

There was a terrible crack, and a splash as the frozen pond opened up beneath Thor's boot. The ice, too thin to support Thor, swallowed him instead. Loki's heart raced as his brother quickly vanished beneath the water. He had read many a survival book, and new the dangers of icy waters. One could drown simply by gasping at the cold, or he could freeze before he reached the surface.

In an instant, Loki threw off his cloak and dived in after Thor. In the icy water, Loki tried to make out Thor amidst the hues of blue. Finally, Loki spied a flash of white, and recognized Thor's hand groping upward. He swam down to meet it, then pulled his brother up to the surface with him.

Thor hacked and sputtered, coughing up the water in his lungs. As he did, Loki wrapped his dry cloak over Thor. Thor sat back, and pulled at the garment. "No, Brother, aren't you cold?" Loki surprisingly felt ok. The cold didn't bother him as much as the panic did. "I'm fine, Brother. You need it more." Loki said, reaching his hands up to smooth back his wet locks.

Thor smiled sweetly. "It must be your heart. Only someone truly warm and kind could dive in and not feel the sting. Lady Sif doesn't see that the way I do." Loki helped Thor to his feet, and was met by a round of laughter.

"Brother, your hair!" Loki's wet hair was slicked back, away from his face. "I quite like it like that. You have a good face. Let us see it sometime." Loki smiled as they started their walk back to the hall. "If you think I can wear it like this, I'll give it a try."

Thank you for reading! This is the first fanfiction I've written in quite a while. If you like (or don't like) what you see, please feel free to review! [The feedback makes me stronger]

~Ocean-view-luffy