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Chapter 1 – The God of Mischief

"Loki, brother get up!" Thor yelled as he hammered his fist on Loki's bedroom door. Though he was only thirteen, Thor still had a pretty tough knock.

"Thor, go away!" Loki yelled back, a pillow over his head and he groaned when the covers were dragged off of him, by his brother who stood there looking giddy with excitement. "What?" Loki mumbled as he rubbed sleep from his eyes.

"Father is taking us to join him and mother at the conference." Thor told him.

He ground, but finally relented. "Fine, I'll get up." Loki grumbled, watching his brother leave before he groaned again and got dressed into his black and green robes. "I don't even want to do this." He thought to himself as he brushed a hand through his hair.

When he went into the where he would have to meet his parents, he still wasn't all that pleased at having to go, but he still managed to crack a smile at seeing his family waiting for him.

"Come on Loki darling, cheer up." Frigga told him, instantly seeing through her son's pretence. "When we come home, you can play your tricks on anyone, until you are tired." She promised, knowing how much Loki love his tricks and magic.

Loki just smirked. "Thank you mother." He left with them to go to the meeting, though he didn't see why he would be needed, because as soon as they arrived, he was made to sit on a chair as his parents and older brother joined the meeting.

As he sat there, through boredom, he decided to look at all of the luxuries that decorated the high walled room that he had been left in. after a while, he got bored of this also and made his way to the only window in the room, which was large and letting in a large amount of light. He pulled the drapes over in order to allow himself the ability to look out what was outside. Below him in the ornate garden were two young girls, one with hair as gold as the rays of the sun and the other with brunette hair that was almost as dark as his own. However Loki seemed to be more enticed with the brunette girl than he did with the blonde, and he watched her as she chased the other who he presumed to be her sister. At feeling his gaze upon her, the girl looked up at him, her gleaming hazel eyes only just able to notice him as he tried to hide in the shadows but still be able to see her, and she waved. At her wave, Loki seemed dazed as he waved back, though his wasn't as enthusiastic as hers, in fact he could almost be classed as being shy at that moment.

As he watched them chase each other, he waited for his parents and brother. "She is so pretty." He thought. Though he let out a sigh when he felt someone touch his shoulder and he reluctantly looked away from the window, to the person who had tapped him – his mother.

"Come on Loki, it's time to go." She told him. "What were you looking at anyway?" She asked him, curiosity layering her tone.

He looked back at the window and he noticed that the two girls were gone and this just made him sigh more. "Nothing mother."

When they appeared back on Asgard, Loki walked off by himself, he was used to being alone now, and he headed up to his room. However, he didn't go quietly, occasionally there was the sound of screaming rang down the halls as Loki played tricks on the maids who passed him. Once he got to his room, he went to sit on the railing of his balcony, only able to think about the brunette girl. "I should have gotten her name." He mentally cursed himself. "She was really pretty." Loki kept allowing himself to think about the girl as he watched his brother train, and his father watch his most adored son from the side-lines as is mother sat on a white marble bench in the gardens. Frigga looked up at feeling her younger son's eyes on her and she smiled softly at him, but it soon disappeared when Loki didn't smile back instead he had an uninterested and deep in thought look.

That night at dinner, Loki thought more about the strange girl some more, and he didn't seem to notice anything going on around him. However, Frigga hadn't failed to notice her son's behaviour, and she watched him just simply stare at his food.

"Loki, what's on your mind?" She asked him, lightly touching his hand, frowning at the fact her husband and other son hadn't noticed anything about Loki, since Odin was telling Thor about a battle that he had fought a long time ago and Thor was hanging on his every word, loving nothing but a war story from his father.

Loki snapped out of his daydream at her words, and he looked at her. "Nothing is on my mind mother."

Frigga wasn't convinced, yet she didn't push Loki into telling her. "Alright Loki, if you say so." She sighed.

He didn't go back to thinking about the brunette girl until he went to bed that night and then in the freedom and silence of his dark room, did he let his mind wonder. "If I ever see her again, she's mine." He thought before blowing out the candle and going to bed.