A/N—Disclaimer: I don't own Thor. None of it. None at all. Which is a shame, as that was some exceptional filming/acting.
I did it! Finally, I managed to get their dialogue down. So please forgive all the dialoge in this chapter. I'm sort of on a happy dialogue spree.
I decided to go against the norm here: Loki seems to be left out of battles a lot in fics. So this time, it's a little different. :)
Please read/review!
"Brother?"
Thor turned, tensing slightly, reacting to the worried sound of Loki's voice.
"What is it?" he asked, reaching out to clap his brother on the shoulder.
Loki looked around nervously, his green eyes anxious and unhappy. "Might I speak to you?" he asked.
"Of course!" Thor laughed at Loki's worried manner. "What about?"
"The Warriors Three."
"What about them?"
"They are planning some sort of...of escapade, from what I hear. Something about adventuring into the realms."
"And how are you to know that it isn't permitted? That they haven't been given permission?"
The fifteen-year-old glared at Thor.
"You're in on it, aren't you?" he asked, various emotions glittering in his eyes, which popped and sparkled with little flecks of red.
Thor started to shake his head, but changed it to a nod.
"Yes. We're going to persuade Heimdall to let us through the Bifrost into one of the nine realms. Midgard, most likely."
Loki stiffened. "Against Father's permission?"
"What other way?" Thor scoffed, for a moment letting his anger with his ever strict Father show. "We certainly wouldn't be going with it."
Thor's little brother sighed.
"So you're going to leave me alone with Father? While Mother's so busy?"
Mother had thrown herself full-heartedly into the preparations for the celebratory dinner on the night of the anniversary of the defeat of the Frost Giants. She did every year, but for some reason she was determined that this year should be better than the others.
"He's always harsher on me than he is on you," Loki continued, a childish pout starting to form on his thin lips.
"Well, he won't be this year. You can come with us."
"Really?" The effect was immediate: Loki perked up like a puppy, and the ever increasing red sparks in his eyes faded. He looked like a little child—Thor almost took back his words, remembering that 15 was still, technically, a child. But no, Loki didn't deserve to be left behind. Father was acting strangely harsh of late, and, as Loki had stated, his wrath fell more often on the younger son.
"Yes. It'll be fun."
"It will!" Loki was now in full gear, giving in to complete childish abandon. He hugged Thor tightly, squealing "Thank you!"
"Don't think of it," Thor said. "You deserve it. It'll be our little secret, though. Who knows? Maybe we'll come across a battle, and you'll come back to Asgard a man."
Loki smiled. "It would be nice, not to be the only one who's not grown up."
"Though, you know, little brother," Thor told Loki, "it doesn't matter. Not for you. You'll be loved no matter who or what you are."
"Even if I was a Frost Giant?" Loki asked playfully, and then shuddered.
"Even then. Though it might take a bit of work."
They headed for their rooms, laughing, and Thor hoped desperately that, by letting Loki come along, he was doing nothing but good.
