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As the years past the differences between the two boys became more apparent. Thor grew strong and became very talented at combat, not to mention gaining attention from the young ladies of Asgard. He was their golden boy and the citizens celebrated every move he made and, once he was old enough to go to battle, every victory as well.

Loki on the other hand was generally ignored by the people of Asgard and couldn't bulk up no matter how hard he tried. He learned quickly enough that in physical combat he couldn't match Thor, or any of their friends for that matter. Instead he worked tirelessly at accumulating knowledge, refining his wit, and strengthening his magic. It was in this area that he grew close to Isil through.

Isil of course had many friends. She was full of energy and enjoyed being around people. Although she was half a foot shorter than any of the Asgardian women she could take most of them through her heighted use of magic. Not to mention she turned into a beautiful women. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her hair and she moved with a grace that only elves possessed.

Her and Loki had a special bond. They were best friends and could practically read each other's minds. Loki still enjoyed spending time with the others, especially Thor, but he really felt like he Isil cared about him for being himself rather than being Thor's little brother.

Loki occasionally grew upset with her when her impatience showed or brutal honesty came poring out of her mouth, but they balanced each other out. She was the one person in Asgard who could tell when Loki lied and was almost as mischievous as the God of Mischief. They didn't go without spats, but there friendship was a strong one.

At this very moment the two were throwing spells at each other during training. Of course, if one didn't know they were training they would assume they were battling to the death. There faces were both grim with concentration and they were whirling out what could have been hundreds of spells per minute.

Loki blew her back into the wall and walked over to where she lay on the floor, "I think I have bested you this time old friend." He smiled with a triumphant face down at her.

"Not for the life of me Odinson," she said through gritted teeth. She sent a pulse of electricity out of her hands straight into Loki's body. Loki lay on the floor cringing as she easily leaped up.

She tilted her head as she looked down at him, "Who is bested now?" She held out a hand for him and with a scowl he pulled himself up.

"I must request we take a break now," Loki smiled. "Although this is for your benefit of course."

"You can't trick me Mr. Silvertongue," Isil sat down on the settee and patted the seat next to her. "You may be able to talk your way into or out of any situation, but the day you fool me I will know the end of the world is upon us.

"You know I wouldn't lie to you if I could," Loki gently sat down next to her and looked into her eyes. After all these years he was still amazed by how delicate she looked. Looks of course are deceiving; she was as deadly as Thor was. "How was your suitor by the way?" The previous night Isil had attended dinner with another Asgardian man, they were all after her and her father simply encouraged this as he wanted a lasting alliance between the light-elves and the Asgardians.

"Horrid as usual," she rolled her eyes. Loki knew most Asgardian men knew nothing of her bright personality and doubted that any had enough energy to keep up with her. "Every time I tried to talk about poetry or literature or even something as frivolous as gossip he averted the conversation back to either my beauty or his conquests. Not to mention I would rather have to kiss a Bilgesnipe than him." She paused and gave a mischievous smile, "Although you'll never guess who it was."

"Who?" Loki asked. He felt glad that the date had been a failure. Although he assured himself it was simply because no man was fine enough for Isil and not because he was feeling something as shallow as jealously.

"Fandral!" Loki rolled his eyes. It was inevitable as that man would pine for every girl in the nine realms given a chance.

"How did he persuade you too go?"

"Well it really took him and Thor both," she explained. "They just kept telling me that he deserved at least a chance. I mostly did it, because we're friends."

"Was he heartbroken when it didn't work out?" Loki sniggered at the thought of Fandral is distress over a maiden—again.

"Yes, but he'll get over it by the next time we go to battle," Isil sighed and starred out the window. "I grow weary of all the attention suitors have been paying me as of late."

"At least you get some attention," Loki replied. "I can't remember the last time a lady was interested in me, all they can think about is Thor." Loki sounded unusually bitter, perhaps he was, and he was growing tired of everyone's fixation with Thor. He loved his brother nonetheless, but it troubled him.

"Well the Ladies of Asgard are rather foolish than," Isil leaned in in placed a friendly kiss on Loki's cheek. "You are worth just as much as Thor and you don't need attention. I don't know why you let it get to you so." Her last words had been harsher, Loki knew that she didn't like it when he complained about Thor she told him to be grateful he had a family that loved him. He only wished that they appreciated him as much as they loved him.

"I know," Loki looked down slightly embarrassed whether it was from the kiss or his selfish words he knew not. "I know. It is just irritating how day after day no one appreciates my hard work or my knowledge."

"I do and I know all our friends do," Isil smiled. "As I said don't worry about it. Now lets get back to kicking your ass" Isil leaped up and sent a wink in Loki's direction. Unfortunately before they were able to continue with their training session Thor burst through the door.

"You two are needed immediately," Thor said. "Asgard is threatened with yet another attack from the wolves." The wolves used to mind their distance, but now they were moving closer and closer to the city something, or someone, was obviously provoking them.

"Gladly Brother," Loki smiled as he joined Thor. He could tell that Thor was being melodramatic once more; the wolves posed little challenge to them.

"I'm sure it will be child's play for us," Thor smiled when he saw his brother scoff and threw his arm over Loki's shoulder as the trio rushed off to protect the city.


Sif, Thor, Loki, Isil, Fandral, Volstagg, and Hogun rode out of the palace quickly. Their horses were the best in the realm and it took them no more than thirty minutes to reach the edge of the city. The area was all but abandoned except for a few stray men that had remained to fend of the wolves.

These wolves were no ordinary wolves; they were as large as bears and could speak. Of course they weren't very intelligent beasts, but when something was important enough they would say something to get the message across.

Loki surveyed the situation, it appeared as if it posed more of a challenge than he previously thought, but the situation shouldn't place any of them in much danger. There was a few more than a dozen wolves, most of them were simply running around as all the people had either fled or been killed. The leaders of the pack and their strongest fights seemed to be gathered on a nearby hill waiting to make another move

"Loki," Thor signaled for their horses to stop. "You, Isil, Fandral, and I will head over to fight the fight the wolves on the hill, the rest of you should kill the stragglers."

Before another word could be spoken the group started to battle. Isil charged made it to the hill before leaping off her horse. She than sent a blast of earth that knocked most of the wolves over. Loki had but a moment to admire her haste before stabbing the nearest wolf with a concocted blade of ice.

They quickly dispatched of all but two wolves, the alpha wolf and the largest wolf. Thor and Fandral were fighting off the large wolf valiantly though their expertise sword work, while Loki and Isil began to overwhelm the leader with their magic. Loki saw out of the corner of his eye that Sif had killed the last wolf that had been running around.

He looked at Isil and briefly made eye contact he hoped she could sense what she wanted her to do. She quickly picked up and feigned that the wolf had severally mauled her. She lay on the ground in a fetal position. If Loki didn't know her better he would actually be concerned, but this was a battle tactic they had used many times. For wolf would always play with his prey given a chance.

"Not so feisty now," the alpha growled. "Are we Isil?" Loki tilted his head it was all but impossible for the wolf to know her name. The wolves had more or less no interactions with the Asgardian, especially the ones who lived in the palace.

She only lifted her head slightly as to maintain her guise of injury, " How do you know my name?"

"That is my business little Alfheimian princess," the wolf was about to lunge forward to finish her off. Loki stabbed the wolf threw the back. He smirked, for such strong creatures they were so gullible to tricks. The wolf fell backwards, but was not dead yet. Loki stepped around him.

"You may have won this fight, but be warned Telemnar is coming back and this time he will have allies that make the Allfather look like a crippled child. Asgard and Alfheim will both fall I have no doubt," the wolf spurted out blood. Isil suddenly caused him to burst into flames.

Loki was apprehensive, and not only by the wolves threats, for Isil was not someone to inflict painful death on anyone. She preferred to kill her enemies quickly and painlessly. He wondered if the mention of Telemnar set her off. Loki didn't know much of Isil life on her home planet, but he knew Telemnar had killed her mother in front of her. She herself would have been killed if a swift guard hadn't whisked her away. Isil was very sensitive about her childhood. Loki was closer to her than anyone yet she still refused to tell him much.

Telemnar was another matter entirely. He was dead, or so they had all been told. If it was possible that he was back, and with allies, they could all be in trouble. Telemnar had attempted to take Alfheim for the dark elves numerous times and once he had succeeded. It was, of course, a brief period before he was expelled, but he was very powerful nevertheless.

Isil slowly walked away from the wolves body a tear sliding down her face.

"Isil," Loki said as he followed her. "Does something trouble you?"

"No," she forced a smile at her friend. "I'm just very happy that we won." She seemed to reign herself in as the tear was the only sign of distress that he could pickup one.

Thor had finished killing off the last wolf and wore a broad smile upon his face, "Friend! We have had another glorious battle we should celebrate."

"That was hardly a battle," Loki scoffed. "More like a minor conflict."

"Nay," Thor said. "Anything that involves fighting is a battle, no matter how minuscule." Loki rolled his eyes; his brother was quick to celebrate.

"Before we go and have a feast we need to discuss something with father, I believe," Loki said.

"He can't be back," Isil said defiantly. "It just can't be possible."

"Who?" Thor said the smile quickly fading from his face.

"Telemnar," Isil said. "The wolf said something about him returning, but he is dead. I saw him executed myself. So many years ago that was…" She trailed off. She gently leaned against Loki and smiled up at him. "All I want to do is take a nice warm bath and go to sleep, we can talk to Odin tomorrow if we must be cautious."

Loki smiled, "Of course nothing is wrong with taking a bit of a rest." He impulsively picked up Isil and threw her over her shoulder, he though that she must weigh lighter than his staff. He ran over to their horses with ease and threw her onto her horse gently. He grinned playfully hoping to make her even a little bit happier, "There you had a rest, you didn't need to walk to your horse."

"Oh what a gentlemen," Isil sarcastically remarked back. "What ever would I do without you?" She was the slightest bit happier at least temporarily. The reminder of her past still weighed heavily upon her shoulders.

"If you think Loki is a gentlemen I don't see why you couldn't have been a bit more pleasant at our dinner last night," Fandral piped in. "I could never be betrothed to you anyhow, you are like a sister." Loki knew that he said that simply to feed his wounded ego he knew that he would gladly get into the undergarments of any maiden as attractive as Isil.

"If she is like a sister why did you ask her in the first place?" Loki jested.

"It seemed like the chivalrous thing to do," Fandral said with a straight face.

Sif approached with Thor from behind, "Since when do you care about the polite way of doing something?"

"Always!" he exclaimed. "After all I am quite dashing." The friends mounted their horses and began to ride back to Asgard as they attempted to quell any fears of the potential threat.

"Oh Fandral," Isil pretended to be distressed about him. "I'm just not good enough for you." She quickly turned away, she was not in the mood for lighthearted conversation.


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