A/N: The next updaaate :D Thanks for all of you people for putting this on alert :D and for those awesome few to actually review! I will start asking for more reviews soon I think like I do on my other fanfic. Anyway hope you enjoy the chapter, it hasn't been proof read cause I haven't had chance. I just got me a new laptop so yay!

Lies, Disorders and Not So Brotherly Love

Chapter 3

Thor couldn't sleep. It wasn't over paranoia of having some cruel spell cast upon him by Loki that stopped him but the sheer thought of him being only across the room. He hadn't been this close to Loki since that dreadful night which he now couldn't stop thinking about. It was true he didn't want to irritate his brother, especially on his first night of an unfamiliar place. Despite not showing it Thor could take a pretty good guess that Loki was feeling insecure, he was always a lot snarkier when he was nervous. It was his way of putting up his shields. So Thor had found himself lying still on his side, listening to the soft sound of himself breathing or listening to Loki toss and turn – another sign that he was anxious was his restlessness. Loki's mind was always like an untamed fire, if so many things were throwing in their coal then he wouldn't be able to put out the inferno and therefore not be able to sleep.

The Thunderer could hear the protest of the quilts as Loki continued to writhe around in the darkness. He remembered when they were young and how Thor would offer the Trickster a place in his own bed which would often soothe him into sleep. Pity they were too old to do that now. He silently turned himself onto his side to get a look at Loki, at first he thought the night was playing tricks on him when he saw Loki sitting up in the bed, hunched over with a hand pressed tightly against his stomach. He blinked. The image remained.

"Loki?" Thor called out wondering what was wrong with his brother. Loki, with a startled shudder turned to face Thor. After composing himself (which only took seconds) he pressed he teeth together was a seething hiss, "dammit Thor you do not have to practice your stealth skills on me."

Thor sat himself up letting the quilts slide down to his stomach, even in the darkness Loki's pale face held a faint glow. He was still scowling.

"I didn't mean to startle you…I was just worried, you were sitting up so I thought something was wrong," the blonde male spoke, thinning his eyes at his brother, now starting to have second thoughts about what he saw.

"I'm fine Thor, just go back to sleep," Loki retorted throwing Thor a further glacial look. He then laid himself back down once again turning away from Thor. The older male was left startled; he pressed his lips together to form a line as he refrained himself from pressing further into the matter. He also really hated when Loki would hide himself away like this. Thor let out a silent sigh knowing that was not the appropriate time to interrogate Loki and instead tried to sleep himself.

Morning came after what felt like days; Thor didn't remember catching any sleep at all finding a nagging worry for Loki adding to his list of problems. Loki was across the room. Loki was edgy. There was something wrong with Loki. He just knew it, even his mother knew it. The way she paused when detailing Thor on his wellbeing, she would have answered if she knew what it was but maybe even she couldn't get that answer from him. Thor lay on his back staring up at the ceiling that was painted a bright white from the sunlight; it seemed much more intense than usual. Hearing Loki stir across the room and get up, Thor placed a hand over his eyes before gliding it down his face trying to wash away the ebbing fatigue. That was the worse he had slept, ever. Not that he could even call it sleeping. Still he had to get up. Thor checked the clock at his bedside table: 7:34am, his first lesson started at 9am. It was a group sparring match, evidently his favourite of all lessons – the one where he got to fight and show off his strength. Sitting himself up, he watched as Loki combing out all the stray strands of bed hair until the flow of natural light curl was once again achieved. Loki was tired, the evidence was clear on his face. His eyes were shadowed, the smouldering green was clinging onto light but only managed a mere dullness and his pasty complexion made him look almost sick. Thor couldn't imagine he would look that bad, his sun-kissed skin always seemed to gleam in vitality even after a long battle, and his dazzling blue irises kept the energy of lightning stored inside. Still he was convinced that he wouldn't look up to his usual standards.

"You look tired Loki, maybe you should rest a while longer? We have over an hour," Thor advised.

"Get out," was Loki's sharp reply. Thor wasn't expecting that. The Thunderer's eyebrows knitted together into both a confused and irritated frown, "what?"

"I said: get out. I want to get changed," Loki finished, staring down at Thor with a demanding expression. Thor couldn't help but see a spoilt child in front of him; he would have chuckled if it weren't for the fact that Loki was being so rude to him. Thor got out of bed rolling his shoulders to wake the muscles up, "Loki this is our room, you cannot command me to leave."

"I am not dressing myself in front of you Thor," the Trickster glowered; there was sign of him backing down from a fight he was trying to make.

"Brother, we used to bathe together. You have no reason to be ashamed, I am not going to judge you and you know that. Besides if you are really that embarrassed I will not look," Thor reasoned but come to think of it maybe that was what started the problem off in the first place. The chances were Thor probably would look even if he told himself not to.

"Don't make me force you out," Loki warned, narrowing his eyes. He raised his fingers into the air and filled the palm of his hands with a fiery green orb. Thor couldn't stop himself from grinning, so Loki was challenging him? That was never a good thing to do. As Thor recalled he won nearly every fight that he and his brother had ever gotten into. Magic was never a match for brute strength.

"Oh really? I would like to see you try, little brother. I am much bigger than you; your puny magic will do me no – gaack!" Thor's hands reached for his crotch with a strangled gasp as Loki – after his strike – retracted his knee from Thor's privates with an amused snigger, "who says I was going to use magic?" Thor fell onto his knees, groaning in agony. He wanted to yell at Loki at how much of a dirty move that was and how dishonourable it was to strike a man's most valued body part but neither could he make words or know that saying those things would make Loki sorry at all. Thor didn't deserve that though.

After Thor had recovered (fighting against the impulse to punch Loki in the face) he found himself standing out in the corridor and having his armour forcefully thrown at him. He had gotten kicked out of his own room. By his little brother. Loki really was going to be a handful. Thor wasn't sure how long he would be able to put up with this new intrusion; even his private space wasn't private anymore. Without further dwelling on his building annoyance, the disregarding look in the guard's faces and the simmering pain in his genitals Thor made his way down the corridor to find a place that he could indeed change.

"Thor? What in the name of Asgard are you doing here still in your bedclothes?" Fandral asked, his eyebrows locked in a state of surprise and humour. Thor deadpanned, "I got kicked out of my room…Loki can be very persuasive, doyou mind if I change in here?" He managed to growl out the word persuasive with a sense of rage. He was going to have to get Loki back on that. It was still a very un-Loki-like move, it was true that he may not have been an principled fighter but usually he would wind up getting his own way by using words so the fact that he didn't really meant he wasn't playing around.

"One day after Loki's arrival and you're already getting bossed around by your little brother, there goes your dignity and your authority," Fandral couldn't stop himself from laughing, to others it would have been a crime to laugh at the royalty of Asgard however Fandral was his friend so he knew that he could push his boundaries.

"Yes, it is truly hilarious. Now please, may I come inside?"

Thor had explained to both Fandral and Volstagg the terror of his morning. Fandral had pulled an expression that had quite frankly mimicked the one Thor had pulled at the telling of the story and had cupped his own balls protectively. Volstagg had made sounds of terror as if he was listening to some kind of horror story – but to all males it probably was a horror story. With reluctance after putting on his armour, Thor returned to his chambers wanting to give Loki a stern talking to before he left for the morning's lesson. He couldn't have the Trickster overpowering him like that, it just didn't seem natural. Thor was the older brother which meant he had to attain his authority – that was how it worked.

Stepping inside the room he was instantly met with a voice.

"I see you have recovered," Loki noted. Dressed in his cape-less armour with instead a sleeveless leather trench coat, he stood with an open book in his hand clearly getting in some last minute reading.

"I want you to apologize Loki for that action of yours. Even for you it was low," Thor ordered standing in front of the door so that Loki could not get through until he was finished.

"I am sorry, Thor," the God of Mischief stated solemnly but sincerely, he closed the book in his hand with a snap before placing it on the desk. Thor was stunned. Was it really that easy? Did Loki really just apologize that quickly? It usually took hours of coaxing and even Frigga's involvement to get Loki to say he was sorry. So this, this was unbelievable.

"I…I er…thank you Loki," Thor stammered. He grunted, it was a feeble and obvious attempt to try and pick his voice back up, "anyway, it has been a long while since I've seen you in armour Loki, it looks good on you."

Loki's expression remained neutral, "enough of the flattery, brother. I am not one of you many women, comments about my appearance do little in winning me over."

"Really? I always thought you liked the attention," Thor mused. His words made Loki press his teeth together and as if repulsed, to look away from Thor entirely. His eyes retreated back to the book he had placed on his desk; it was something that reminded him of security. The words of a book were always a great escape, even if it were just to enhance his knowledge.

"Anyway Loki, I believe that our first lesson today is group sparring which is for all years of the school, it is a good way to show our fellow students how much we have improved and to see how powerful the new students are. I trust you are going to give us quite a show Loki, even when we were children you always did put up rather a good fight," Thor smiled trying to sound encouraging as he turned to exit the room followed closely by Loki who did not react to Thor's comment.

By the time Thor and Loki arrived at class, everyone else was there having arrived somewhat early. There were the familiar faces of the warriors three, Lady Sif and a crowd of about forty other students from the school – being so expensive and prestige literally only the finest of Asgard were allowed in. All the students stood in rows behind the sparring court which was marked with lines counting as boundaries.

"I see Asgards great Princes have finally arrived," Heimdall announced giving a small bow of respect to the two newest members of the crowd who were instantly let to the front. A few members greeted Thor as he passed them and he returned the notice with a bright smile, others made whispers concerning the presence of Loki, although quiet they were clearly insulting. Loki paid them no attention.

"Welcome back Prince Thor it is an honour to see you for another year and Prince Loki, it is also an honour to have you for your first," Heimdall greeted, although it was personal his voice travelled across the crowd.

"I thank you for your kind greeting Heimdall and so does my brother," Thor thanked on behalf of himself and Loki who had remained silent and unmoving.

"For one so famous for words seems to have lost them entirely," Heimdall remarked raising an eyebrow at the younger prince whose gaze was towards the floor.

"I assure you Heimdall that I have not lost my words, there is just nothing here worthy of my input," Loki corrected in a snarky tone straightening out his posture to show his arrogance.

"Don't be so rude Loki," the Thunderer scolded, elbowing Loki lightly in the arm. His brother only frowned wondering why he was the one being told off when he was actually being mocked. Heimdall chuckled, well that was a sight to see, the two brother prince's acting like brothers. It was hard to believe they were raised by the same family as they were so different in personality as well as of course, looks.

"As I was saying, it is Valhalla's tradition at the start of every year to have every student battle in front of the entire school; it is to show courage, strength and confidence. This year will be no different. First years will go first and since we have such a special student this year, out of respect to our King, I believe he should go first. Prince Loki, mind stepping into the court?" Heimdall instructed, his golden orange eyes focusing entirely on the younger prince. Loki didn't hesitate but Thor nudged him forwards regardless, "show us all what you are capable of, brother."

Loki could feel all the watching eyes upon him as he tried to ignore them. Sure he did love being noticed but when all the eyes were derisive and judging before he had even done anything, he couldn't help but feel at least a little uneasy. A gentle breeze blew past making his soft black curls flutter as he regained a shield of confidence. He put up his famous mischievous grin, "let me guess I'm not allowed to kill anyone?"

"That wouldn't be advised Prince Loki," Heimdall almost sighed, he was going to have to get used to Loki's sense of humour despite how twisted it actually was. Heimdall clicked his fingers as three Asgardian warriors stepped onto the court, they weren't students but from the army itself. Loki was amused by the fact that clearly the students of this Academy were seen as above the average foot soldier but then again he had seen Thor fight – he was indeed a one man army.

The Trickster eyed up his opponents making mental notes on their height, weight and possible speed. He didn't mean to but he also caught a glance at Thor at the front of the crowd with a broad smile on his face that had Loki wondering what Thor, at the moment, was thinking.

"Let the match…begin," Heimdall declared. The soldiers raised their weapons, one holding a sword and shield, another two swords and the last a spear. As they began to charge into the centre where Loki stood, the God of Mischief took his first action. Fluorescent green lights flickered all around him, stretching out and taking a quick form of illusion of Loki clones that all stood identical to the original down to expression. The soldiers were threw off, now surrounded by tens of Loki's to which the original was masked. Of course the clones were just simple illusions they could not do any damage – but that wasn't what they were cast for. The soldiers began swinging their weapons at every clone in front of them only to see them laugh wildly before being eaten up by that same green light. During the process Loki had managed to slip himself out of the eyes of his opponents. He now stood behind the one with the shield. He reached for two of his trusty daggers buried deep with his clothes before aiming them carefully but hastily. He threw just as the soldiers had finished off the last clone and were standing aimlessly for that short second. The daggers hit their target, slicing through the backs of the man's knees. At first the shock didn't register until he tried to take a step and instantaneously crumpled to his knees which only shook the wounds to spurt out blood. The angle of the throw however brought Loki to the attention of the other two soldiers.

The soldiers approached surprisingly cautiously to keep their eyes completely fixed on Loki, expecting another one of his tricks. The younger prince wondered why he couldn't refrain himself from taking another look into the crowd. Everyone was deadly silent out of respect for the fight, Loki could appreciate that but the fact was his eyes were more focused on Thor. The Thunderer was fixated on Loki, engrossed in the fight with such a delighted look that it would almost make the Trickster feel ashamed if he could not live up to the high standards that Thor had mentally set. He picked up another dagger in his hand, forcing it into the air to block the blow from one of the swords – he finished the movement by taking a spin and elbowing the soldier in the face all with the speed and grace he had learnt from his mother. The combatant faltered taking a couple of steps back to regain his balance however the move was cut short as Loki kicked the man in the chest forcing him to the floor. His attention then switched the remaining opponent. The Asgardian swung his spear as Loki ducked out the way with ease, noticing that the top heavy weight of the weapon made his swings quite slow but dangerously substantial if came into contact with. Managing to fend off a few more swipes with an awful lot of dodging and an occasional chink when his dagger came in contact with the shaft of the spear, the double swordsman once again returned to his feet. Loki wasn't expecting the fight to take so long – at least the man with the stabbed knees wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. The slice across his cheek was unexpected. Loki hadn't even felt the blade at first when it came into contact with his skin. The first indicator that it even happened was the flash of refracted light as it temporarily blinded him and then eventually the tingling pain. Loki was knocked back as the soldier retreated from the blow. The young prince could see the silent gasp fill Thor's features as he Trickster impulsively pressed his hand against the cut skin feeling the cold trickle of blood coat his fingertips.

"Hmph," Loki mumbled as a wide grin spread across his face. That was the push he needed. His magic worked so much better when he had that surge of adrenaline. The soldiers were baffled as Loki, instead of regaining an offensive stance, took a deep breath and lowered his head to the floor with a look of concentration. He pulled his fingers into his hands feeling the pressure build up in the form of pure energy. The sparks danced between his closed fingers as his hands began to tremor in power.

Just as the soldiers worked out what he was doing and began their next charge, Loki released his fingers sending with it a massive pulse, a glittering green force that pushed matter like an invisible explosion away from it. The Asgardians were rocketed into the air as their weapons flew completely out of grasp. The wind was disrupted in the crowd as the remnants of the push had everyone covering their faces to protect from misplaced energy and taking a step backwards to secure their stance on the ground. Two heavy thumps. The two soldiers were on the ground. Unconscious.

Loki raised his head once again bringing his fingers into his palms, riding out the small stings that littered his skin and finally letting out a calming breath. He looked back at the crowd, Thor looked seconds away from cheering, his smile ludicrously huge showing his sparkling white teeth.

"Well done, Prince Loki, I see your skills with magic are not to be taken lightly," Heimdall remarked.

"He's such a freak! That isn't fighting! That is cheating! What is he some kind of witch!? No Asgardian wins a match by doing tricks, it is cowardly!" A stray voice from the crowd insulted, it wasn't long before the student showed his face. He stepped to the front, a malicious smirk on his lips. He was tall, built like Thor just not as muscular, with short blonde hair and raging green eyes. Loki tensed at his words, barring his teeth in an animalistic need to protect himself. Some of those terrible words hurt more than he cared to admit. Not a moment more passed as Loki turned away and stormed off into the collection of trees that lead into a forest. However he didn't leave without his own revenge. All that could be heard was the student screaming as his gauntlets started to slither around his wrists, hissing violently, and for a wave of spiders to crawl out from the waistline of his trousers.

Without a second thought, Thor ran after Loki.

A/N: I'm not great at writing fight scenes in third but there will be loads more to come regardless. If you enjoyed please review because updates will go faster if you review (no joke)!

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