So, first chapter! This is my first fanfiction ever, and I'm really excited about it. I'm not sure if I'm going to follow the movie or create my own little universe... Hmm, guess we'll see:) Since I rarely have time to sit for hours and write, having a job, 2 horses and a kid to take care of, I can't promise you that I will update very often, but I will work on this story as often as I can. Also, english is not my first language, so please forgive any spelling mistakes. Oh, and reviews might help me write a little faster:)
Loki was in a terrible mood. He was stomping through the great halls of the palace, wearing fresh bruises and a few cuts, from his latest sparring game with hos brother. Once more he had become the laughing stock of Sif and The Warriors, down at the training grounds. Even his brother had made a few joking comments about his ridiculous loss. He had promised himself to stop agreeing to these hopeless sparring games, but every time he would deny, Thor, Sif or one of The Warriors, would make a comment on him being afraid of physical combat, and Loki was no coward.
So once again, in an effort to save his pride, he had agreed to challenge his big brute of a brother, Thor, and once again, he had been ridiculously outmatched, and his attempt to save his pride and dignity, had only succeeded in damaging it further. Loki was no warrior, he was a sorcerer, and took great pride in his magical abilities. But unfortunately, magic was not something that was highly regarded on Asgard. Loki was lean, and although he was very fit and tall, he was far from as massive and strong as other Asgardians. Even Lady Sif had defeated him in sparring games.
When Loki had taken up magic, which was something that came very natural to him, the other warriors had laughed and joked, saying magic was for the weak, and no real honor in battle would come from the use of magic. This had always angered Loki. When he was too weak to handle the heavy swords and battle axes effectively, why could he not make use of his talent?
Loki loved to use his magic, often playing tricks on others for his own amusement. Turning the guards bread in to small birds, and laugh at them, when they in confusion watched their lunch fly out the window, or turning Fandrals wine into snakes, making the blond warrior drop his goblet and leap backwards in surprise. He even went as far as changing Sif's beautiful blonde hair black, and then claim he did not know how to change it back. She has yet to forgive him for that.
He also had a way with words. A sharp tongue and brilliant mind, that had talked himself and his brother out of trouble more times than he could count.
Qualities like these, earned him the nicknames Trickster and Silvertongue, something he was fine with, really. It was at least better than always being refered to as "the second son" or just "Thor's little brother".
And now the dark haired prince was walking angrily to his chamber, cursing himself yet again, for accepting Thor's challenge. He reached the doors to his chamber, pulled them open, stepped inside and slammed them shut, just for good measure. He stood with his back against the doors for a while, breathing heavily, dragging a hand through his disheveled raven hair, trying to calm himself and find a way to pull his thoughts away from the recent humiliation. His emerald eyes searched the room for anything of interest, and quickly landed on the book on his nightstand, the one he had started reading last night.
He thought for a few seconds, before turning his eyes to the open balcony, looking at the sunny weather outside. It was many hours before dark, maybe he should take his book, and go to one of the nearby meadows, to sit and read in quiet, for a while. Yes, he should do that.
He took of his battle gear, that he had worn for the sparring game, and went to a nearby mirror, to look at the newly formed bruises on his pale skin. Not too bad, he thought. A palm sized bruise was forming on the left side of his ribs, and a few small ones over his chest. He also had a small cut over his nose, and one over his right brow. Concentrating, he focused his energy on the small cuts and bruises, and faintly smiled, as his magic sped up his healing, and the wounds and blue marks faded before his eyes, leaving only light, smooth skin. He took a minute to look at his torso, excamining himself. Skinny, although he had lean muscles, but completely lacking the impressive, bulky frame of Thor. Long, slender arms and almost feminine hands(at least compared to his ox of a brother). Shaking his head in dissapproval, he used his magic to quickly dress himself in his usual black and green tunic, with black pants and boots. He walked over to his bed, grabbed his book and left the room, heading for the meadow.
It was a nice day to be outside. The comfortable, warm weather, and blue sky lightening his bad mood. The walk to his favorite meadow was not that long, and allowed him to stretch his muscles, that where still a bit sore from the match with Thor.
He loved this place. Few ever came here, so he was almost guaranteed to be left in peace. The meadow was not that large, but it was laying on a hill, and it's highest point would give you a clear view of the beautiful, glittering sea that surrounded Asgard. The grass was perfectly green, and tiny blue flowers where growing in small groups, that where scattered across the meadow.
He walked over to a nearby tree, and sat down with his back against its trunk. He took one more look over the meadow to make sure that no one else was there, pulled out his book, and started to read.
He sat there, leaned against the tree, for what must have been hours, completely absorbed in his book. His usually keen senses failed to hear the soft footsteps that approached him from behind, and he nearly jumped out of his skin, when he heard a female voice behind him.
"A beautiful day to go outside and read, is it not, My Prince? I was actually planning to do some outside reading myself, right here on this very spot, but it seems you have beaten me to it"
He turned around quickly. Emerald eyes met ocean blue, and Loki suddenly realized, that he had just laid his eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.