Another short glimpse into Bryn life, she and Baldr are about 14 here. Again, based on the movies not comics.
Brynhildr enjoyed training with Thor. Mostly because he was the only one who could give her a good fight. His incredible strength allowed for her to work on her stamina and agility. She was still smaller than her oldest brother but could easily out manoeuvre him.
Today they we training with two wooden staffs and working on dodging and striking. While Brynhildr excelled at this activity, Thor forgot the meaning of dodging and proceeded to try and hit her with the staff.
"Thor, the aim is to try and block my attack." Brynhildr grunted in between blows, but he wouldn't listen.
"In battle, no such rules apply. You must.." BAM! "Bring your foe ..." BAM! "Down." BAM!
As the wood made contact for the third time, Brynhildr grabbed Thor's staff and swung herself up and over his imposing frame, almost six feet now. She released her grip as she landed and at an inhuman speed, used the staff to knock her brother clean off his feet.
He groaned and clutched the back of his head as he staggered to his feet. It was thick enough to withstand anything Brynhildr threw at him.
She decided there and then to play his game, "Very well then dear brother," She summoned a small flame that danced in the palm of her hand. Thor's eyes widened, to which Brynhildr just grinned and made the flame, "Shall we do battle then?"
"Bryn, we agreed, no fire."
"In battle, no such apply." She replied, mocking Thor's previous statement. The flames dance around her fingers teasingly.
She waited a few more seconds, watching Thor sweat, and threw it.
The small fire ball whizzed through the air right past Thor, and cut right through her real target and sent it flying, which was of course the apple her twin was eating while spying on them. He stared goggled eyed at his now empty hand.
Brynhildr had noticed ages ago that Baldr had been sitting at the edge of the training grounds watching them. He was neglecting his lesson's ... again.
His blue eyes finally settling on Brynhildr, "Really Hilly?" Baldr sighed, but she just shrugged at him.
"You make an easy target, and don't call me that." she said, walking over to him as he stared at his burning fallen snack.
"Bryn, your training?" Thor called after her. "I'll give you a moments respite Thor." She answered and ruffled Baldr's hair affectionately."Whatever happened to respect for your older siblings?" he said, and gave her his most charismatic smile."Older by on a few minutes," she pointed out, "I just couldn't resist alright."
Baldr reached up and stroked her cheek, displaying his forgiveness.
"I thought you would be studying right now, why are you here?" Brynhildr asked, Baldr lolled his head back and groaned. "The teacher is a senile librarian who barely knows where he is half the time, and Loki is such poor company. I'm surprised he doesn't have more paper cuts on his nose from all the time his has it in his books." The two halves of Brynhildr's lips became a thinly pressed line. "That is a bit harsh Baldr."
Baldr just gave a light hearted chuckle, "He spends so much of his time coopted up in his chambers or the archives, he's more of a hermit than a prince."
"Maybe it's because you keep stealing his parchments instead of studying." Brynhildr accused her twin. "Not you too. Honestly, you and Loki don't have any sense of humour."
"On the contrary dear brother, Loki has a wonderful sense of humour. He just knows when to be serious, unlike some." She flicked the tip of Baldr's nose just to prove her point.
"Bryn, times up!" Thor called, holding the staffs.
She turned to head back but Baldr grabbed her hand firmly. She looked back with worry in her eyes. Baldr would only ever grab her hand so tightly when he was troubled. He brought it to his lips and kissed her fingers. "I hope you're not starting to prefer Loki over me, my dear sister." He said, closing his long perfect fingers in own hands.
Brynhildr did love him and Thor deeply just as much as they loved her, but she and Loki was ... special. She couldn't put it into words what it was. Either way she couldn't say anything to Baldr at least, he would be crushed.
He kissed her fingers again, leaving her skin with a stinging nettle like feeling.