Summary: Odin decides to bring Thor along for peace talks so his son can learn decides that Loki should under no circumstances talk to the Asgardians. Being Loki, he does. In Midgardian terms, Thor is nine and Loki is seven.

A/N: Thank you to all who read, and an extra thank you and a virtual confectionary (you choose) to those who reviewed!

And I'm sorry about the line breaks. They should be there, but they didn't. I hope that they show up THIS time. You hear me, Microsoft Word? I said "I hope they show up this time". Yeah. You be sorry.

If anyone sees something that I messed up on ("No, Vana, cupcakes are not traditional food of Asgardian warriors") please tell me in a review.

AaylaKitofNiflheim: Thanks. Considering that this is going to be a long chapter, and the picture just prompted the idea (like how seeing the word "cupcake" can prompt the idea of a fanfiction doesn't mean I should link to a Wikipedia article about cupcakes), I don't think I need to. Plus, you were the one who showed me the picture and I have no idea who even drew it.

TheCheeseburger: Thanks! I hope you like it! By the way, your pen name is awesome.

Frequent Flier: In reflection I probably should've added something about why Laufey kept Loki. Though in my mind it made sense that Laufey might've—history is written by the victors, after all, and Odin might have been mistaken as to why young Loki was in the temple. Or if he wasn't, history is still written by the victors. It's so much easier to fight people that you believe are coldhearted monsters then to fight a sentient species who vary in personality, likes, and dislikes. It's why I feel no remorse slaughtering hordes of evils in a video game. "Die, generic cookie-cutter Orc! Your pain means nothing to me!" I hope you like this chapter.

Guest: Thank you! I'm so happy that people like it!

the-raven-angel: Thank you. I've seen Jotun Loki fics before, but I think that this MAY be the first one of its kind. At least, I like to think it is. (AaylaKit has just informed me that it isn't. What does she know, I'm a special snowflake! :D)

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It was quite a while before Thor saw the little Jotun again. Which was fine by him—he'd almost forgotten his name. It was a forgettable name, Thor reconciled himself. Besides, Jotuns shouldn't even have names.

His father told him that he would be going to Jotunheim for peace talks. Thor was disappointed that he would be leaving again—Father, you just got BACK from peace talks in Alfheim!—but was exuberant when Odin told him that he could come too.

"It's time you learned something. You'll be ruling this realm one day."

Frigga shook her head from where she was standing on the Bifrost by the gate. Thor and Odin were waiting by the entrance of it, saying their goodbyes to her. "Odin, I think he's too young."

"I am not!" Thor proclaimed loudly.

"All right." Frigga smiled at her son. She still looked worried. Thor supposed that he didn't truly blame her for being worried after what happened last time he was in Jotunheim.

"Mother, I won't try to attack a bilgesnipe with my bare hands again," he promised.

This appeared to ease Frigga's worry. "I know you won't, Thor. That was a year ago, and you've grown." She glanced at him. "You have, haven't you?"

Thor laughed. "Yes, I have. We shall return victorious!"

Odin decided not to remind him that there was no victory, per se, the only "victory" would be getting Laufey to sign the treaties—but that was victory enough for Thor (and for him, too). "Come, Thor."

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"You watch the talks, but stay out of the way, Loki."

Loki nodded. He interpreted this as "stay quiet and don't talk to the leader". "Who's decided to attempt negotiation this time? Midgard?" He realized his mistake and bit his tongue. "No, Midgard doesn't have a representative—foolish mortals—Asgard? Muspelheim? Who is the leader of Muspelheim, anyway?"

"It's Asgard."

"Huh." Loki thought for a second. "The Allfather? Didn't we sign a treaty when we returned Thor to them?"

Laufey shook his head. "That was considered a truce, not a true treaty. It would be dishonorable for any of us to break that truce, but the Asgardians have always been dishonorable, and believed that we are."

Loki walked alongside Laufey as they went to the negotiation hall. "I told you, Father. They're idiots."

"You don't need to tell me of Asgardian stupidity—I've experienced it myself." Laufey stopped at the door. "Loki, no more negative comments about the Asgardians, no matter how true they are. It would not do to anger them."

"I know. Stay quiet and out of the way."

"I know."

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"Hello, Laufey, Loki," Odin greeted both of them as they entered, which took Loki by surprise. Next to Odin he was also surprised to see Thor, who looked utterly bored.

"Odin," Laufey said, sitting down across from him. Loki hovered by him, unsure of where to go, then shrugged and sat down by him.

A while into the peace talks (which Loki was quite enjoying, thank you. It was interesting), Thor made some excuse to leave for a second. Loki ignored Laufey's order to not talk to the idiot Asgardians and followed him.

"Asgardian," Loki told Thor. "What're you doing at the peace talks? You look bored."

Thor considered lying and saying no, it was fascinating, he was learning a lot. Half of this was true. He was learning a lot, but under no accounts was it fascinating. "It's tiring. Arguments about payment—I think a war would be much more fun. And what are you doing here?"

"I happen to live here." Loki leaped up into an armchair. Most of them were made for people quite a lot taller than him, so he always had to jump. Thor pulled himself up into one by Loki.

"Yeah, but you don't look like it."

Loki froze, letting an ice dagger form in the palm of his hand. "What did you say?"

"I meant the height thing," Thor said quickly, gesturing to Loki and the chair. "You're short for a frost—" he remembered that Odin had told them to address the Jotuns by their proper name "a Jotun."

"I'm quite aware that you call us 'frost giants', thank you." Loki let the dagger melt away. "I'm almost as tall as you are, and you're older than I."

"Father said that the Jotuns kill the runts."

Only Laufey's command kept Loki from murdering Thor then and there. "Firstly, I'm not a runt! Secondly, your father has an extremely strange grasp on our culture."

"He's all-knowing," Thor defended. "And you have to admit you're pretty tiny."

"I'm small, but I'm not a runt!" Loki waited until he had calmed down from such a grevious insult to speak further. "I highly doubt that Odin is omniscient."

"Omni-what?"

Stupid Asgardians."It means all-knowing." Loki placed a small hand on his forehead and sighed. Probably his father was finding talking to such idiots as difficult as Loki was. When he was king, he'd make sure that idiot Asgardians knew their place.

"He is. He's the Allfather." Thor stuck his nose in the air, proud to be called Odinson.

"He's not my father," Loki pointed out. "So why do they call him that? Anyway, history is written by the victors."

"What?"

Idiots, all of them! "There was a war between us and the Aesir. Your side won. Therefore, your side makes us out to be heartless monsters to justify the Jotuns they slaughtered."

"You slaughtered the Midgardians. Froze them in their tracks."

"We did not! We—" Loki was at a loss as to what they did do, and reminded himself to read more history books. "We didn't do that," he finished lamely, feeling embarrassed.

"Sure." Thor was quite happy to have won this verbal battle and rose from the chair. "I'll look around."

Loki bounded out, chasing after him. "This is my palace, and I say you can't! You stay in this room, or in the conference room!"

"Try to stop me," Thor said, bored. He stuck his head in a spare chamber, interested.

The door slammed shut. "Stay out," the little Jotun told him adamantly.

Thor couldn't help but laugh. All the threat that the Frost Giants held was gone when you were talking to a little one of them. "I do what I want."

"I do what I want!" Loki leaned against the door.

"Okay, fine. Is this the sparring room?"

"Uh-huh, and you can't go in it."

Thor ignored him, looking at the weapons. He knew that Jotuns, savage beasts, mainly fought with the ice daggers, but there were still some weaponry in the sparring area. "Nice throwing knives."

"They're mine." Loki snatched them away. "And I'll use them on you."

A laugh. "They teach a Jotun child how to use throwing knives?"

"They teach an Asgardian brat how to use a sword."

Thor sighed and decided to make small talk. "Have you been to Asgard? Vanaheim?"

"Nuh-uh."

"What are you doing?"

Loki looked up from his knives. "Cleaning these. They've been sullied by Asgardian touch."

"Everything we touch is sullied?" Thor caught Loki's wrist.

The Jotun shrieked, yanking it away, then stopped as he saw the pale colour of Asgardian skin wash over him. "What did you do? What magic is this?"

Thor looked down, surprised, at what looked like a young Asgardian standing in front of him. "Loki? You're a shape-changer!"

"I am not!" Loki looked ready to cry. "What did you do to me?"

Thor stared for a while, then panicked. He had no idea what to do, and from the looks of it, neither did Loki. "Father!" he shouted, then grabbed Loki's hand and pulled him back towards the conference room. Odin would know what to do, despite Loki's comment about him not being omniscient!

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