(A.N:/ Chapter three! Woo. Hope you guys enjoy! Sorry it took me so long to update. I've been seriously terrible at this whole NaNoWriMo thing...Seriously terrible...)

Three years later.

"Brother?" Thor asked. He was currently laying on Loki's bed while Loki sat at his desk, reading a rather thick book about magic. Lately Loki had confined himself to his room more than usual so Thor had decided to stop by and spend some time with his younger brother. Not by choice though. After accidentally striking a horse with a thunderbolt Odin had banished him from the training yards for two fortnights which left Thor with little to do aside from stay indoors. Being outside and not being aloud to spar wasn't worth the trip outdoors.

"Hmm?" Was all Loki replied with. He kept his eyes (and almost all of his attention) on his spell book.

"You do not desire women yet." Thor declared, making Loki drop his book on his foot.

"Owe!" Loki hissed in pain and shot Thor a dirty look. "Look what you did!" He was not about to have this conversation with Thor. Not now, and if Loki had his way, not ever.

Thor frowned a little. "But brother, I was simply asking a question."

Loki's glare intensified. "Are you implying that I am attracted to men?" He asked in a calm tone. On Asgard many people were attracted to the same sex. It was common and only was seen as a problem when it came time to reproduce.

"It matters not, brother. I am only asking because you are of fourteen years of age and have not expressed interest in any female."

"Or male either." Loki pointed out, making Thor's face scrunch up in confusion.

"So you neither like male or female? I am confused brother. What interests you then?"

Loki scoffed. "Horses." He said, sarcastically. Thor gave Loki a shocked face and Loki rolled it eyes. "I was only joking." He said, dryly.

Thor nodded slightly. "Oh..."

Loki sighed, knowing that Thor wasn't going to drop the subject. "You want to know what catches my attention?" He asked, pausing a few moments for Thor to nod again. "Right," He said, pausing again to think of an appropriate answer. He knew what he fancied. Thor. But it wasn't like he could just go right out and say it. "I would say that I fancy someone..." He paused a moment, trying to think of what words to say without giving too much away. "I fancy someone who is strong. Someone who I would believe to be destined for greatness preferably with long fair hair. Someone who is-are you even listening, brother?" Loki shot out, shooting Thor a glare. "Really now, if you must ask me a question, you could at least show enough respect to pay attention." Thor was flipping through one of the books that Loki had on his bed. Loki walked over and snatched the book away from Thor who was still not paying attention.

"My apologies, brother." Thor said, turning his attention back to Loki. Thor smiled brightly. "So, as you were saying."

"I also fancy annoying oafs, apparently." Loki muttered under his breath. "Brother," He started. "Why don't you run along. I'm sure Lady Sif is waiting for you somewhere." Loki said, bitterly. Loki never liked Sif, not even when she was just Thor's friend and not the women he was betrothed to. It burned Loki to know that she would eventually be the Queen while he would forever remain a simple Prince. If he didn't get to be King he should at least get the second highest ranking. But mainly, he was jealous because if Lady Sif were made Queen then Loki would never have a chance with Thor. Not that he had a chance or anything.

Thor ignored Loki's tone. Loki always sounded like that when he was talking about other people. Thor assumed that Loki was a loner and just didn't like people. "I thought I would spend the day with you, as we used to when we were young."

Loki rolled his eyes. "You mean when you would wake me from my sleep and drag me off to have some...adventure as you'd call it." Loki corrected.

Thor chuckled. "We both know you loved pretending to slay the goats with me."

"I did not enjoy your version of petty adventures." Loki said, mono-toned. For once he was actually telling the truth. He hated being woken up in the middle of the night to be forced into some outrageous 'adventure' that Thor thought would be fun. It always lead to the two of them (mainly Loki) getting into trouble with Odin. Besides, Loki wasn't much of a fan of going outside, especially at night when he couldn't see where he was going. But Thor always grabbed his hand and drug Loki around, happily humming to himself as he ignored his younger brother pleading to go back to bed. No, Loki wasn't one for real life adventures and battles; he was one for literature. He craved knowledge; wanting to know everything about everything. Loki would rather read about adventures than actually have to embark on one. "I lost much sleep because of you." He added after a short pause. Loki moved his book back into a reading position and tried his best to ignore his brother.

Thor chuckled a little harder, reaching over and playfully slapping Loki on the back, causing Loki to almost fall over. "Brother, you have not changed one bit."

Loki scoffed. "Why change perfection?" He said, smirking a little as he gave Thor a hard look.

Thor leaned over to look over Loki's shoulder, saying nothing. Loki stiffened. He could feel Thor's lurking, trying to read Loki's book and it irritated Loki to no end. Loki slammed the book together, causing Thor to jump back a little. "Can I help you with something?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"The book you were reading. What was it of?" Thor asked, innocently.

Loki sighed. "Spells. It's a spell book."

Much to Loki's surprise Thor seemed to be even more interested. "Spells? What kind of spells?"

"Spells that poison older brothers." Loki said, annoyed. "Now, have you concluded your business with me? I do have other things to attend to."

Thor shook his head. "I thought we could spend the day together."

"That's the thing about you thinking. You're always wrong." Loki said, standing up and starting to leave. "Well, since you aren't leaving, I will."

Thor frowned. "Brother, where are you going?"

"The Library." Loki replied, simply. Thor got up to follow his brother but Loki turned on his heels and held his hand up in a stopping motion. "You aren't allowed to speak while in there." He said, knowing that Thor wouldn't follow him now. Thor was the kind of person who couldn't last five minutes without speaking. The few times that Thor ever did go to the palaces library he had been escorted out only a few moments later for yelling, or knocking over a book case, or breaking a table, or accidentally striking a young scholar with lightening. Thor was prone to accidentally hitting people with lightening.

Once Loki had made his way into the Library he sat down in his usual corner and went back to the book he had been reading when Thor interrupted him. Loki had lied when he told Thor he was reading about spells, he was actually reading about Frost Giants. Ever since his dream three years ago Loki's interest in them had risen. He found himself wanting to know everything about them; their customs, rituals, fighting techniques. And much to Loki's discontent, the young sorcerer found himself relating more to those of Jotunheim decent than anyone he knew in Asgard. Over the years his doubt in his Asgardian heritage climaxed to a point of complete disbelief. He knew there was no way he was of Asgard. He didn't look like them; while most Asgardians had light coloured hair (aside from lady Sif, but that was really his fault) Loki sported a dark mop that he slicked back, another thing most Asgardian's didn't do. He didn't act like them. He didn't fight like them; while they used weapons and brute strength, Loki preferred magic and wit, using his silver tongue to his advantage every chance he could get. He was as different as possible, but, when comparing himself to that of a frost giant, he was almost a perfect match (aside from the skin and height, of course). But, at the same time, it didn't make sense to Loki. The Frost Giants were hated and even feared amongst Asgard. So why would Odin take one and raise it as a son? It was the only thing that made Loki think that maybe he was wrong. Maybe he was just so jealous of the obvious favoritism that Odin and Frigga showed Thor that Loki's mind simply made up some crazy story about his parentage.

Loki sighed, putting down his book to pick up another, one that didn't have to do with Jotunheim. He didn't want to think about Frost Giants or Asgardians right now, so he grabbed the first book closest to him. Of course, with Loki's luck (or lack of), he picked up a book on Asgardian History. Loki scowled and threw the book across the room with all his might. Shortly afterwards he stood up and stomped out of the room, far too annoyed to read, or be able to pay attention to anything for that matter.

For a while Loki walked alone down the long hallways of his palace, trying his best to concentrate on any subject other than the nine realms, which, of course, drifted his thoughts towards that of his brother. He sighed again. He just needed a distraction. Any sort of distraction.

"Why if it isn't little Prince Loki."

Not that sort of distraction.

Loki turned around, shooting a glare at a smug looking Fandral. "Shouldn't you be mindlessly following my brother around someplace? Or being shot down by yet another maiden?" Loki said, shortly before beginning to walk again. He needed to find another distraction.

Fandral's smirk didn't falter, instead he began following Loki. "And you not huddled up in your little library? Why is this?" He questioned.

"That does not concern you." Loki said, stopping quickly in his tracks.

Fandral ran into Loki, almost knocking the younger Asgardian down. Loki quickly regained his poster and shot another glare at his unwanted company. If it were anyone but Loki Fandral would have apologized, but instead frowned at Loki. "One should not be so rude as to try and trip someone."

Loki could feel his face twitching with annoyance. "Trip you? That was not my intention." He just wanted this conversation to be over. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than put up with the likes of you." Loki said, walking away quickly. Much to Loki's annoyance, Fandral began following him once again. "What could you possibly want from me or is your only purpose in life to annoy me?"

Fandral gave Loki his best smile. "You should accompany me somewhere." He said, flat out.

Loki grimaced for a moment at Fandral's words. For a short moment it almost sounded like Fandral was asking him out on a date (which Loki would have replied with by a sharp slap to the face and a "Hell no!"). It took everything in Loki's power not to laugh in his face right then and there. "Why?" He asked, slowly, raising an eyebrow as he did so. He knew Fandral far better than he wished for and he knew that the blond never talked to Loki without something being in it for him.

"Can't a gentleman ask another gentleman to accompany him without suspicion?" Fandral asked, innocently.

"No." Loki said, flatly.

Fandral sighed, feeling a little defeated. "Thor is looking for you."

Loki nodded. "So one of his lackeys has come to collect me?" Loki said, scoffing. "And he chose the most unlikable one as well."

"I am quite likable."

"I am much fonder of Hogun." Loki said, simply.

"Of course." Fandral said, dryly.

"Why does Thor seek me?" Loki asked.

Fandral shrugged. "I didn't ask."

Loki rolled his eyes. "Well, I am quite busy today. Tell my brother he can wait. My time is just as important as his, if not more." Loki said, sharply.

"You were walking down the halls aimlessly."

"I was taking a short break from my studies." Loki hissed, quickly.

Fandral chuckled. "So you shall not accompany me to see Thor?"

Loki sighed. "I will seek him myself. You may go off and...do whatever it is you do." Loki said, turning around and heading towards Thor's chambers. "He is in his room, is he not?"

"Aye." Fandral replied, beginning to take his leave.

"Then your task is complete. You may leave." Loki replied, watching Fandral with vibrant eyes. He waited until Fandral took his leave before making his way back into the library. What he wanted was a distraction, not for his thoughts to be brought back to his brother.

He sighed a bit as he reentered the library. For a moment he considered seeking companionship, hoping that the company of a friend would keep his mind from trailing to unwanted thoughts, but shortly remembered that he had no companions. That was the thing about Loki; he hated the company of people, yet, he always found himself feeling lonely. He had no friends. Not because of his devious pranks, lack of interest in people, or even his cold personality, but because he was different. And no one wanted to be associated with anyone who was different. That's why Loki enjoyed books so much. Books didn't judge or assume you were a bad person because of a few harmless pranks and well crafted lies. Books merely told stories and painted vivid images in Loki's imagination. The stories were Loki's only friends, and usually he was alright with that. Usually. He sighed, finding himself becoming depressed with such thoughts of loneliness and decided to focus all his attention of practicing a few spells that he had been struggling to learn. Maybe if he tried hard enough he could lie and convince himself that he was normal and that he was not lonely.

(A.N:/ So I am obviously the worlds worst NaNoWriMo writer ever. Ha, there's absolutely no way in Hell that I'll hit 5K words in like ten-ish days. Fuck that shit. Anyway, sorry that it's taken me so long to actually update. Also, I wanted to thank everyone who favoured/ started following this story! It's much appreciated. Also, the last like 1,000 words or so I was re-watching Iron Man 2 and kept getting distracted...I really shouldn't watch anything Marvel related while writing. Ha, the rest of the Avengers should be coming in soon!

I'm not really sure why, but I've always seen Loki as this super sad and lonely child. Like, everyone liked Thor better and no matter how much he tried, he could never be as good as his older brother...So then he becomes bitter and that's why he's mean to people and pulls pranks, to get attention that he usually didn't get because everyone always paid attention to Thor (since everyone knew he would be the King anyway, because Odin would never let weird little Loki (who, in my headcanon everyone except him and the other children his age know that he's actually a Frost giant and because of this the adults don't let their children play with Loki and so when they grow up they all just don't like him because they were taught to...) be King.) But maybe that's because I'm weird and Loki's m bb...

:D Anyway, yeah, enough of me rambling. Thanks for reading and I'll try to actually update soon!)

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