Hi.

Here I bring you the second chapter, there will be 4 or 5 more before shit gets serious, so please enjoy the family fluff :)

BTW: I'm going on vacation tomorrow, so the next update will be in two weeks.

-Thooooooooor! – A black bur jumped on his stomach and Thor let his breath out gasping wildly to recover his composure. Which resulted imposible, firstly because he was in bed, and secondly because the hangover from the night before quickly overcame him. Cursing with words a six-year old child shouldn't hear he rolled the girl off him and buried his head under the pillow.

- Loki, get off my chambers! – He groaned grumpily while she was shaking his shoulder.

- The All-father wants to see you, and you already skipped breakfast, Thor.

- So he should send a guard. – The Golden God was feeling anything but golden at the moment. That drinking bet he accepted with Volstagg last night seemed like a very bad idea right now. His head felt like a thousand needles and the bile was rising slowly by his throat

-Oh, but I'm much more effective waking you up.

Of course, guards didn't jump over their princes screaming like wild chickens.

-Do me a favour, would you? Go to the healer's rooms and order me a potion for hangover.

-You shouldn't drink so much – She got off his bed but turned before reaching the door – It's not giving you a proper image as a future king.

-What do you know about royal behaviour, lousy?! Get me my drink! Hurry up.

She sent him a cold look and went out with a proud step.

Thor sighed and sank into his blankets. Blessed be his temper, now he most likely wouldn't get the healing drink in his life. And if it wasn't enough a slight feeling of guilt was being added to the physical discomfort. It was always like that with Loki, Thor disliked her with all his soul but it was enough to make her a little bit sad and something inside him ripped his heart apart. He hated it.

Her intrusion in his life have been so sudden and covered by mystery that Asgard's prince hadn't even had enough time to make up his mind when rumours started to run through the palace. Speculations of who could be that skinny child the King has announced as his protected.

Thor went himself to speak to his father on the third evening and found him teaching Loki to read. She sat on his lap and the All-father was wrapping a hand around her shoulders while his other hand travelled through the lines Loki recited in a low voice. She resulted to be a very fast learner. At some point Odin stopped and fluttered her hair with a look of infinite fondness in his old face, congratulating her. A venomous arrow of jealousy hit Thor. He wasn't the insecure type, but he was used to be the centre of his father's pride, his only Golden son. But that unknown girl was quickly becoming the apple in the All-father's eye. He went off with a heavy heart and swallowed his doubts for a good couple of weeks.

But servants liked to chat about the royalty, and soon the worst of the rumours reached Thor; almost everyone believed that Loki was Odin's bastard daughter.

Thor didn't even understand why it hit him so much. To have little affairs and children on the side was something usual, especially among royalty. The prince himself was born not so long before his father took Frigga as his consort. But Thor never thought about the goddess Gaea as his mother (nor she seemed interested in him) and it has been Frigga who stood by his side, ho raised him, taught him all her wisdom, sang him sweet lullabies... He loved his mother more than anything in the world, and even if he could bear the fact that his father cheated on her, to bring that child into Asgardian's court was something completely different. It was the King's right, yes, but it was an offence to his wife.

And so he told his father when he interrupted his evening-time with the girl.

-Where did you got that idea from, my son? – The Old God raised an eyebrow.

- It's obvious! You bring her from nowhere, you treat her as a princess and you give us no reasons for it.

- I don't have anything to explain, I just found her alone under the rain and taken her under my wig. That's all.

-Which what purpose? – He observed the familiar gaze turning away, hesitating.

-There's always a purpose in everything I do, dear son, but it doesn't mean I must be aware about it myself. Let's let fate to decide our destiny this time. I can assure you that Loki is not of my blood, but I'm determined to treat her as such – he petted the little one's head and she smiled to him shyly – and your suspicions about her bother me.

-But...

-Why you do not accompany Loki to her room? – He turned to the girl and told her that their drawing cession was over for today, she just nodded. – I want you to start to spend some time together.

They walked silently through the corridors. Like two strangers (they were strangers indeed) going in the same direction by causalities.

And then she wrapped his hand. It was a subtle and cold touch, but innocent at the same time. He looked down to find those poison-green eyes looking directly at him, through his soul, and something pained in his very insides.

-You don't like me, do you? – Her voice was soft but made Thor feel guilty.

-It's not your fault. It's that my father...

-If you're going to dislike me better be for something I've really done wrong- He looked at her amused, and then she smiled – but I'd prefer you to like me.

And then she let him go and ran ahead "I know the way from here, thank you" yelled before disappearing around the corner. Slightly surprised Thor lifted the hand she was holding to his face and realized that it was... violet. Violet like the drawing ink Loki had been using before.

That little piece of shit.

Two years had passed since then and anything changed at all.

-Did you want to see me, father?

Thor entered the Throne room while Odin was discussing some matters with his generals.

-My son, - he turned to him when finished – I see you had a pretty good time yesterday. However, a delay like that is unacceptable for a future king. – Ok, so that's where Loki got her not-so-childish words from.

-My apologies, father.

The allfather nodded and then proceed to explain the Golden God the reason he called him.

-You know your mother and me were supposed to pay a visit to Vanaheimr today. But I fear I have more urgent matters to attend. So you will be the one to accompany the Queen and speak in my name.

"Only that?" Thought Thor gladly while bowing respectfully his head.

-By the way, Loki is going too.

Fuck

The land of the Vanir was beautiful. Immense fields of flowers and cereal shining under bright sky, a large port at the side of a clean river filled with impressive merchant ships and laughing children running through the streets of the main city.

But the meeting with the Queen of the Vanir vas in the private residence on the countryside. A place that Thor knew pretty well and it made him feel nostalgic. Besides, he grew bored very soon, and not just bored, Fucking bored. So after the sunset excused himself and went for a walk. The land remained hot from the day and the air suffocated in scents of honey, exotic flowers and chamomile. Chamomile. He loved and hated that smell at the same time for no actual reason. So he stopped by the side of some stream admiring the shining of the waters. His heart ached.

-Brother! Brother! What are you doing here? – A teenage Thor reached for the dark haired boy and sat by his side, near a rapid stream, suddenly interested in a braid of flowers that his lil bro was making – Brother, this is so girly.

Loki sent him a sharp look.

-It's entertaining, that's all I need to amuse myself while this feast is running.

-Why are you not inside?

-I got bored. Why are not you?

-I missed you – he confessed without thinking, distracted by the way his brother's skilled fingers worked on the braid, getting closer until he could feel a cool breath on his cheeks.

Only then he raised his eyes and felt that piercing green gaze devouring his own.

The kiss came naturally, as if it were planned. Except that it wasn't. It was passionate but tender at the same time, no hesitating, pure trust and lust. All the other kisses and carnal relationships they had before vanished under the tongue of the one person they loved the most since always.

When they parted no one said anything. Thor remained with his eyes shut, breathing heavily and Loki just tied both ends of the braid, making a flower crown. He placed it on Thor's head and kissed him again.

-Thor, this is so girly.

The mighty god's fingers curled around the flower braid he was almost finishing.

-You are a girl, Loki.

The child sat by his side, picking some white flowers from the ground and trying to entail them, not surely managing it.

-This is difficult, who did taught you it?

-I'm not sure; I just know how to do it instinctively. He glanced at the girl in her attempts to dominate the poor chamomiles and losing them to the ground. Her pissed face was just adorable, and Thor found himself smiling at her stubbornness. So he leaned forward and took her little hands in his larger ones, leading her fingers to entail a perfect bit of braid. She laughed happily and hugged his arm with affection.

Thor felt familiar warmth inside him. If only Loki could be always so cute instead of running around playing ticks and jumping over Thor's stomach in the mornings.

Thor turned to his work and when it was large enough tied both ends making a beautiful crown. Loki did the same with hers and giggling put it over her head.

-Hey, Thor! How do I look?

"So innocent and childish you could fool anybody" Thought him, but somehow her joyful smile soothe those resentful thoughts

-Like a princess.

And then she wrapped her tiny hands over his arm again. The Odinson smiled in return and petted her head like his father used to do. Maybe she wasn't as bad after all but just a mischievous child with lots of love to give.

He then leaned to the stream and with a sight let his own crown to slip over the waters. Loki looked at him amused.

-It's a midgardian tradition – He explained- they make those crowns, dance in them, jump in pairs over a bonfire ad them let the river waters take the flowers far away.

-I want to jump over a bonfire! – Yelled Loki happily

-You're too young for that.

-But I'll grow up – She then took his hand in both hers looking directly to the sapphire eyes – Promise me it!

-What?

-Promise me that when I grow up we will jump over the bonfire together!

Definitely, she was not as bad as he thought

So, how was it? I would really like to know what do you think about this story, remember that reviews feed the writer's inspiration.

FACT: The tradition does really exists in the east of Europe, especially in Ukraine. The celebration is called "Ivana Cupaila" and it's dedicated to St. John

In the next chapter:

"You are a fool, Thor! How do you think I feel every time you are outside at the battlefield or just hunting wild monsters?! You were worried? I'M ALWAYS WORRIED!

- But you went too far, Loki. Don't do that to me ever again, please.

- I regret nothing! And I will gain the right to be by your side! I WILL! If not with my knives then with..."