So I think I'm just going to stick to making these weekly, because as hard as I try to put them out sooner it just doesn't work out well. Anyways this idea came from my amazing bestie/secret agent Marisa, and she doesn't even read this story so she won't know that I'm basking in her awesomeness.

I couldn't get this to my lovely beta read LieSmithsMistress but she is awesome sauce and you should check out her new story! ;)

Oh and thank you to my lovely reviewers/readers, you guys are all beautiful and I love you!

Loki and Thor were currently engaged in a series of blows using their new heavier swords that were forged from the finest metal of Asgard. While they were still too young for the weapons they would later receive, Thor's mighty hammer and Loki's elegant spear, their fighting instructor insisted on using the 'real' weapons instead of the wooden swords. The instructor claimed that they had no room to improve with the simple toys and if they wanted to be able to fight in real life situations they needed to increase the authenticity of their weapons.

Loki in particular didn't like this development for Thor was still tremendously stronger than himself and tended to use a very reckless fighting style as opposed to Loki's quick and accurate one. The Warrior's Three were watching on the sidelines shouting encouragements to Thor and insults to Loki. Loki tried to pay them no mind, for he was used to them constantly degrading him for not only his use of magic, but also for his lack of brute strength. As the fight wore on, however, Loki finally got tired of Volstagg's and Fandral's constant taunts; he turned his head quickly, planning on barking out some insult that would silence them, when he quickly felt Thor's blade pushing against the side of his helmet. Loki fell to the ground at an alarming rate and his head hit the ground with an astonishing sound. He had just enough time to feel the sudden onslaught of pain in his head, and to hear the sound of running footsteps, before he blacked out and knew no more.

Loki looked over the scene of utter destruction of a foreign blue planet. He saw dozens of blue bodies littering the ground with a fair amount of Aesir bodies also scattered throughout the land. He watched the scene play out before him while maintaining an almost frightening disconnection. He couldn't move or speak, he could only watch as a bloodied and battle-ridden solider walked into the once grand and extravagant temple. The temple would have been beautiful, breathtaking even if it would have remained intact. Instead it was barely standing, its grey-blue walls covered in blood and cracks running through almost every visible surface.

Although the temple was captivating, one reason being its beauty, the other being its state of decay, it could not quite hold Loki's attention. No, he was transfixed on the scarred warrior who looked around for any sign of life, though finding none. The majestic warrior sighed sadly and turned away from the building. He froze immediately when the sound of a high pitched cry echoed through the walls. The warrior looked up slowly, as if he didn't dare hope, but his doubts were discarded immediately.

There, in the center of the palace, laid a small blue creature, who could hardly be more than a few days old. As the warrior slowly walked up to it, Loki felt a flicker of recognition, as if, maybe, somehow, he'd already seen this before. The warrior walked until he was near the adorned crib. The warrior, Loki would later recall, looked astoundingly like Odin, although he was certain it was just a coincidence. Oh, how Loki's life was full of coincidences.

As the warrior reached down, just inches away from the child, Loki grew anxious and uneasy, as if what he was watching would have major consequences. Just before the child could be touched, Loki closed his eyes shut, afraid to see more.

"Loki! Loki, please wake up, I'm sorry! Oh, Loki please." Loki heard a familiar voice say through his fading haze. When Loki finally trusted himself not to fall to sleep again, he opened his eyes.

"Thor?" Loki asked softly, searching for the face that matched the voice. Loki looked around to find that he was in his room, laying on his bed to be precise. He finally found Thor, sitting on a chair besides him looking absolutely worried.

"Loki! You're awake! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, are you angry at me, brother? I can't believe I did that, I'm so sorry! I-" Thor rambled on until Loki cut him off.

"Thor, Thor!" Loki said loudly, trying to get his attention. "It honestly is okay, but, if you don't mind me asking, what exactly happened?"

Thor blinked once in surprise. "You don't remember?"

Loki thought back carefully before saying, "Well I remember that you and I were dueling, as usual, and I remember trying to silence those fools and then everything went black."

Thor nodded, guilt covering his expression. "That sounds about right, but I was the reason you got hurt! I swung my sword toward your head, and I should've realized that you weren't paying attention and I'm so sorry!"

Loki patted his hand reassuringly, "It wasn't you fault Thor." He whispered.

"Loki? Are you alright?" Thor asked cautiously, noticing for the first time how pale and shaky his younger brother looked.

"I-I'm fine, really. I just had a bad dream, I think. I feel a bit disoriented." Loki admitted looking away from his brother, embarrassed.

Thor asked, unusually solemn, "Do you wish to talk about it?"

Loki opened his mouth to tell Thor no, that he was absolutely fine, but he realized that he was shaking. The vision, dream, whatever it was, had terrified him.

"I don't remember it well. Just that it was cold; freezing even. There was also death and destruction everywhere. There was child, alone and-" Loki cut himself on, for some reason he was extremely unsettled.

"Loki? Brother, why are you crying?" Thor asked worriedly.

Suddenly Loki burst out into tears, hiding his face in his hands. He didn't know why he was crying, he was just so afraid and confused and he didn't know what else to do. Thor gently sat next to his brother and hugged him gently, rubbing his back to soothe him. Loki often had nightmares when he was a small child, about four or five, and Thor had always been there to comfort him, just like he was now.

"Loki, it's okay, you're safe, and everything's going to be fine." Thor said over and over again, hating the distress that his brother was in. They continued like this for several more moments, Thor doing everything in his power to soothe his emotionally distraught brother. Eventually, Loki stopped shaking and wiped his eyes before shyly glancing up at his brother.

"Thank you, brother." He said softly, looking down again, clearly embarrassed.

Thor chuckled and slowly let Loki out of his hug, as if to lighten the mood.

"What are big brothers for?" Thor mentioned, bringing a smile out of Loki.

"Don't think this made me forget about you knocking me out though." Loki said jokingly, invoking a laugh out of Thor.

"Are we still on that? I did apologize you know." Thor said but was taken aback, when Loki suddenly hugged him.

"I know, thank you. I love you, brother." Loki said sincerely, an unusual thing, him being the God of Lies.

Thor hugged Loki back; glad he was able to cheer his younger sibling up. "Love you too, Loki, I love you too."

So that was different! XD If you couldn't tell, I was having MAJOR brotherly feels today so I took it out on poor unsuspecting Loki and Thor. Ehehe. So in case it wasn't obvious, Loki was kind of having a flashback/dream thing from when he was still In Jotunheim while he was unconscious, but seeing it from a third person perspective. Which is kind of how I see my memories from wayyyy back so maybe the same principle applies here? Oh well, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! :D Much love and virtual cookies to everyone!