I had the idea of writing a story about the three of Odin's children growing up together, and using the flashbacks in my other 3 stories as a place to start. So here we go.

"The nurses say Sigrun would be safe around the other children." Odin said calmly between bites of food.

"Oh?" Was Frigga's only reply. She glanced over to her two boys, who between their own bites of food, flung the uneaten bits across the table at each other.

Maybe a girl would be nice.

"Frigga?"

"If the nurses are sure she would be okay then by all means you should have her brought to the palace nursery." She tried not to sound bitter, but the idea of her husband's other child playing and growing up with Thor and Loki made her stomach churn slightly.

"Loki!" Her sudden stern voice made the smaller boy drop the chicken leg he was about to lob over the table.

"Sorry mama." He replied sweetly and picked up his fork spearing one green bean at a time.

Why should she feel any different towards the little girl than she did toward Loki? Loki wasn't hers either, but she had grown to love him as much as she loved Thor. Thor the burly, blonde boy who was winding up to fling a spoonful of mashed something at his brother.

"Thor! Don't you- " Too late, the mashed whatever it was hit Loki directly in the face, the splatter getting on Frigga's dress.

"Rooms. Now." Was all she said.

Odin watched as his boys marched from the dining hall.

"So?" He asked again.

"We can go see her tomorrow." Frigga stood stiffy, and made the excuse to go change.

She maybe she could love this girl as much as she loved Loki.

But then again…even though he wasn't hers, he wasn't Odin's either.

A small girl hid behind the nurses skirts. Her large blue eye's stared unblinkingly at Odin, who could have stepped on her if he wasn't looking.

"This is the King and Queen," The nurse told the little girl, "And you, you lucky girl, will be going to live up in the palace with them!"

Frigga caught the small shake of the girl's head, her muddy brown hair falling in front of her face, and the whiteness of her knuckles as she tightened her grip on the skirts hiding her.

"Come now little Sigrun." Frigga said sweetly, kneeling down. "You'll have two brothers to play with, so you will always have friends. And myself and Odin," She gestured to Odin, who hadn't taken his eyes off the girl since he entered the room, "We will be your mother and father. Wouldn't that be nice?" She offered the girl a motherly smile and noticed the grip the girl had on her nurse slacken slightly.

"What about my things?" Sigrun asked in a small soft voice.

"They will be brought up to the palace." Odin replied, his voice shaking slightly.

"Okay." The girl seemed to be considering her options.

Frigga offered a hand, torn between hoping the girl would take it and hoping she wouldn't. But when a little warm hand pressed into hers, she melted a bit.

"Good." She smiled.

"I'll have two brothers?" Sigrun asked.

"Yes, Thor and Loki. They will be so excited to meet you."

"I think I've always wanted brothers." Little Sigrun smiled, and Frigga thought that it might not be so hard to love her, after all.

"Urgh, who wants a sister!?" Thor groaned.

"It might be fun." Loki countered.

"But you just can't play with them. They are girls. They don't play rough, where is the fun?"

Loki didn't have an answer, but still thought Thor was overreacting a little bit. Sure he liked to play as much as the next kid, but he was never up to Thor's level, and a sister might be a nice medium.

"I'm not too worried about it." He said finally.

"Hmph." Thor darted forward and jabbed a stuffed dummy with his wooden sword. Loki thought he was deep in thought as he smashed his sword against the fabric, which began to tear and the stuffing oozed out.

Breathing heavily, he turned to Loki, "Your turn."

Loki groaned and picked up the sword, not exactly wanting to practice because of the way Thor picked apart his form, as though he was a master swordsman.

"No, no, no you are standing all wrong. Here let me show you." Thor started forward.

Already annoyed, Loki tossed the wooden sword to the floor.

"This is stupid, smaller knives are better. I'm no good with these." He lamented, giving the sword a kick.

Thor merely shrugged.

"Come on boys, time to go meet your sister." Frigga's voice called from the doorway. And Thor gave another exasperated groan and dragged his feet to where his mother stood while Loki couldn't get away from the practice dummy fast enough.

"I need to go to my room first." He told Frigga.

"This is Sigrun, your new sister." Frigga introduced the small girl who sat completely still on her bed. She felt Loki peer out behind her, surprised at his shyness. Thor, bold as anything stepped forward.

"I'm your brother Thor." He said rather loudly because poor little Sigrun jumped.

Sigrun's blue eyes found Loki's green, "Hi." She said meekly.

Loki took a deep breath and stepped out from behind his mother.

"Hi…I'm L…Loki." He stammered. Frigga stared at him wondering where the stuttering had come from.

"I brought this for you." He said more clearly and held out a small book for Sigrun to take.

"Mother, I'm bored, Fandral wanted to go down to the lake, can I go?" Thor asked, already heading to the door before she could even answer him.

"Fine."

Sigrun had taken the book from Loki, murmured thanks and flipped through the pages.

"It's a book of Asgardian stories. I thought you would like it." He was explaining to her.

"You two will be okay? Loki, you can show her where the feast hall is when it is time for dinner." Frigga herself walking to the door and thought she heard Loki reply before the two were left in deep conversation.

Well, a deep conversation for children.