"RETREAT!" Loki heard Thor shout, and the entire group pounded their way back towards where he was sitting. He pulled his legs up to his chest and watched the underbrush.
A moment later Thor stormed by, followed closely by his friends and the guards. They ran right past where Loki was sitting, not even noticing he was there. Loki let Thor and the others past, but swiftly stuck his leg out in front of the guards, causing the ones in front to trip, and the ones behind them to crash into the ones in front.
"What on Asgard!?" One of the guards cried out angrily, scanning the surrounding forest but not seeing anything unusual.
Loki now stood with his back up against the other side of the tree, having rolled out of the way. He waited for the guards to get to their feet and continue after his colleagues.
"You will not be able to evade us forever!" A guard yelled, as they resumed the chase.
Loki quickly stuffed Odin's helmet in a magic pouch he carried around his waist, before slinking silently but efficiently through the plants in order to intercept the group. He stumbled slightly, cursing under his breath. Was he really so weak as to be tired from a simple game of hide-and-seek-tag? Biting his lip he forced himself to ignore his weariness, knowing Thor's friends would take any excuse to pick on him.
It would be easy enough to just slip away to his room and let them get caught. So why was he trying to make the guards go through Jotunheim to catch them? He wondered to himself, already knowing the answer.
He liked chaos. He liked causing trouble.
"Alright alright... I take it back!" Fandral yelped, as one of the guards finally grabbed him. "I take it all back!"
Loki crept out from the shadows to see a couple guards standing over an exhausted Fandral, whilst the rest chased after Thor and the others.
Loki made a mad dash, distracting the guards and allowing Fandral to slip away.
"Nice going," Fandral said, catching up to run beside him.
Loki smirked. "Do you have a weapon?"
Fandral shook his head, confused. "What good would that do us?"
"Not even a small dagger or anything?"
"No."
"Are you sure?" Loki regarded Fandral thoughtfully. He reached over and pulled something out of the blond boy's ear. "Do you always carry a hairbrush with you?" Loki asked, eying the brush skeptically.
"What? No! I didn't—that's not—"
"It'll do," Loki shrugged. Turning so that he was running backwards, Loki threw the hairbrush, ricocheting it off one of the guards helmets, then hitting the other's.
The guards stumbled backwards, giving Loki and Fandral a chance to gain a good lead on them.
"You're pretty... nifty with a hairbrush," Fandral commented, out of breath.
"Would you like me to do your hair sometime?" Loki panted.
Fandral tried to chuckle, but ended up wheezing instead. "No... thanks. Not after... what you did... to Sif's hair."
"I can't cut your hair with a hairbrush," Loki pointed out.
"YOU WILL NOT CATCH THE MIGHTY THOR SO EASILY!" Thor screamed, interrupting whatever Fandral was about to say.
Not wanting to miss the action, the two boys ran towards Thor's voice. They burst into a clearing, only to find Thor and everyone else safely restrained.
"LOKIIIIIIIIIIIII!" Odin roared, seeing his younger son.
"Got to go," Loki muttered, turning around and sprinting back into the trees. The last two guards reached the clearing at that moment, immediately grabbing Fandral before he could move.
Desperately Loki tried to make himself invisible as he heard the Allfather behind him. He saw himself flicker a few times, before everything went black.