To clear up some things, yes Lady Loki has always been Lady Loki. When Odin went to the temple, he found a baby girl instead of a boy. I would write this as Loki as a boy, but I understand girls better and anasatia on LJ wanted Lady Loki.

So, ya know, burn.

A little girl appeared on the screen, looking no older than five.

Her emerald green dress fluttered across the ground and the golden roses glittered in the sunlight. Black hair was tied in a bun at the back of her alabastor head and scarily familiar green eyes twinkled with laughter. Sparks danced across her palm and lifted lazily in the clear spring air, only to latch onto the princess's hair.

This little girl was Loki.

The difference was startling and if the Avengers hadn't known this was Loki, they wouldn't have guessed. This girl, Loki, looked so happy as she spun around the meadow, peals of delighted laughter pouring from her mouth. This was probably one of the first times they had seen her mouth do something other than sneer, cackle, or snarl.

A boy, tall and muscled though he couldn't have been older than ten, laughed at the dancing princess, effectively catching her attention and stopping her. The emerald dress halted movement and hung limply over little Loki's small frame. She eyed him and the other boys behind him, who had seemingly caught up with him, warily. A pale hand flicked up to her ebony hair and twisted a stray curl.

"Loki twirled her hair when she was younger?" asked Pepper interestedly, jotting it down in a blue notebook distractedly.

Thor laughed and nodded,"It was a very bad habit of my sister's. She would always do it when she was nervous. Like before a feast for returning warriors. Our mother would spend so much time doing her hair."

"If she twirled her hair when nervous, why is she doing it now? I mean, did she have a crush on that boy?" asked Jane.

Tony snorted,"America's most wanted have a crush? Don't think so, Sherlock."

Jane narrowed her hazel eyes at the genius and said coldly,"A mere guess." Her eyes locked back on the screen, and everyone, taking the hint that time for talking was over, followed suit.

Little Loki bit her ruby colored lips and said in a quiet voice so soft, everyone including the tough looking boys on the screen, had to strain to hear:

"What do you want, Tyr?"

The boy, Tyr, grinned and laughed. Loki narrowed her emerald eyes at him in suspicion, the tiniest of frowns forming on her pretty, red lips.

"Loki, wielder of the infamous silvertongue, maiden of sharp wit, is it a crime to see you here playing with your flashy magic, instead of wielding a sword or bow or shield as expected of you?"

A warm flush stained her pale face, emerald eyes boiling in anger and lips forming the start of an ugly scowl. Her tiny hands balled into fists, looking like she very much wanted to hit him but was restraning herself.

"I needn't be a warrior or Shield Maiden. I am perfwectly fine on my own."

Loki's voice wavered slightly in childlike pitch, but stayed firm. Pepper and Jane had to bite their lips to keep from cooing at the little girl, reminding themselves that this was Thor's evil sister and could kill them and not even bat an eye.

Tyr laughed, cold and mocking, at her. The rest of the boys joined, adding their voices to the mix, while Loki fought back bitter tears. Her normally calm face became red with shame and hurt and lips pinching together to stop her from wailing. They teased her and prodded and poked at her with sharp words and half-lies. Thor's face grew dark as he watched his little, sweet sister finally break down and sob.

The Avengers grew cold as they finally understood what this memory was about.

Loki was bullied and had obviously not told her brother.

Fire spread from her palms up her arm and wound around the crying princess's body, a thin ribbon of orange-red covering her. The warriors in training jumped away, but didn't stop their teasing, in fact, it seemed to get alot worse. More jeers about shameful magic were thrown without care and brutal lies gleefully left their unyeilding mouths.

A femine hand landed on Tyr's left shoulder and the insults stopped.

A girl, looking around Loki's age, stood quietly at Tyr's shoulder. Cobalt eyes glared at the boys and her creamy face was tightened in anger. Her glossy locks fell to her mid-back and fluttered gently in the slight wind.

"Sigyn, what brings you here?" asked one of the boys warily.

Sharp eyes snapped to him to give the boy a withering look.

"I'm here because of Princess Loki," she said coldly.

Loki's dark head snapped up in suprise, face tearstreaked and red. Mud adorned her beautiful dress, clearly visible when she slowly stood up.

"You shouldn't have done that!" yelled Sigyn. "She's the princess and should be treated as such! I dn't care whether or not she wields a weapon, magic can be plenty useful! Without magic, how could we live? Magic is inertwined into our very lives! Loki's lucky to have such a great power, while the rest of you idiots swing swords around like rhinos!"

She held out her hand to the other girl, and, when Loki refused to take it, steered her by her elbows away from the dumbstruck boys. When they were far away from the group, Loki said:

"You didn't have to do that. They'll just make fun of you too."

"I don't care. Those boys should've treated you nicely," replied Sigyn stubbornly.

Loki flushed slightly and started to walk on her own.

"Thank you."

"For standing up for you?"

"Yes."

"Someone had to do it."

Loki smiled at Sigyn and received one in return.

It was the start of something new.

Pepper wiped tears away from the corner of her eye and sniffed.

"Were you crying, Pepper?" asked Natasha.

Pepper nodded."I hate bullying," she stated simply.

Thor gave Tony's PA a thoughtful look and said heavily as he gazed intensely at the plush carpeting,"I was not aware my sister was 'bullied' as you call it."

Jane patted his arm comfortingly. "Hey, big guy, it's not your fault. It's those stupid jerks fault."

Clint handed the Thunderer a cup of coffee and said jokingly:

"Drink up. I think we'll need alot of coffee later on for the depressing moments."

Well, ta freaking da.

Flames will be used to burn my Twilight books, and will be reported by me.

That is all.