IV
Thor hated being called a kid. Okay, maybe he was just ten but still, he wasn't like other kids. So he left the inn in a terrible mood and did what he always did: prove that he was different.
He walked casually towards a fruit stand and grabbed an apple. When the man in charge asked Thor to pay, the boy smirked and started running. He heard the man yell for help and the sound of soldiers chasing him.
Thor kicked a crate filled with oranges and watched in glee as the soldiers slipped. He continued running, taking different alleyways and shortcuts he knew with his lightly long blonde hair fluttering in his wake. As he was dashed though an especially narrow street, he realized that a little brunette about his age was looking at him. He winked at her and said, "Mademoiselle," without stopping. He turned around and saw the girl kicking a barrel in front of the passing soldiers. This girl was tough. Nice.
Thor turned left and found himself staring at a brick wall. He cursed under his breath and started climbing. Soon enough he was on top of the wall, looking down at the inexperienced soldiers trying to climb. Pathetic. He clambered onto the roof of one of the houses and sat on the ledge. "I was just having a snack, boys!" Thor called at the soldiers. The look they gave him spoke volumes.
Thor heard someone yelling his name and peeked over the side of the house. He spied Steve and Clint standing outside Stark's inn, probably looking for the boy. "Sorry, cap, I'm kinda busy," he yelled at Steve. Some of the soldiers had managed to get to the roof and one was yelling, "Seize him!" so Thor waved at his friends and ran to the other side of the roof, were he knew there would be another house close enough for jumping towards it.
He had been wrong. He couldn't make that jump. It was too far away. Maybe he could climb down or— A hand grabbed his shirt collar. The soldier's voice was gruff and he was panting when he said, "Now we are going to pay the Inspector a little visit, aren't we?"
Loki looked at his little brother over his desk. "Again?" he asked, bored.
"What are you going to do?" the ridiculously small blonde asked defiantly. "Tell Mummy?"
"She won't believe me," Loki answered, popping a grape into his mouth.
Thor smirked. "It's not my fault she likes me more. I am too adorable to be blamed."
"Maybe that will change when she learns that you are a little apple thief," Loki growled back.
"You said it yourself. She won't believe you. She never does."
"Whatever." Loki signaled two soldiers to take him away. "To the barracks, please."
Thor shook the soldiers' hands away. "I can walk, thanks," he grumbled. God, he hated his big brother!