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"I call I get to hold father's helmet!" Thor said eagerly, bouncing on his heels.

"Alright," Loki said, handing his brother the helmet. "You stand at the base of the tree, and Sif, Volstagg, Fandral, Hogun and I will toss the apples down, okay?"

"Okay!" Thor agreed.

"Wait, since when were we involved in this?" Sif demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at Loki.

Loki just looked at her, unfazed, and raised an eyebrow. "Since you followed us over here," He said. He then turned and climbed up the tree, practically scampering up the trunk and into the highest branches, the ones that looked much to thin to hold the weight of a child. "Catch!" he called, tossing down an apple.

Thor caught it in the helmet. "It's like a game," He said happily.

Volstagg climbed into the tree next. Though he was surprisingly skinny for how much he ate, was still taller than Fandral and Hogun, and had an easier time getting into the tree, jumping up and grabbing the lowest branch.

"Aren't you coming?" Volstagg said, grinning as he joined Loki in pegging Thor with apples.

Hogun and Fandral helped each other up, Hogun boosting Fandral up to the branch, and he then gave the dark haired boy a hand up.

He held out his hand for Sif.

"I can get up myself," Sif said coolly.

"Missed!" Thor declared, as one of Loki's apples hit him in the face instead of landing in Odin's helmet.

"I don't miss," Loki snorted, though his smirk was teasing. "It's not my fault you weren't paying attention."

"Tanis is looking at me funny!" Thor protested, glancing back up where the dragon was perched on a branch above his head, her tail twitching as she eyed him.

"What is it with this 'Tanis'?" Fandral asked, tossing down a couple apples. Thor had to run a few feet to catch them.

"I've told you, Tanis is Loki's dragon," Thor said exasperatedly. "Loki, why do they keep claiming I'm hallucinating?"

Loki smiled, holding a slender finger to lips. He then picked a few apples, juggling them for a few seconds before tossing them down to Thor, who didn't even have to move to catch them in the helmet.

"Why do I feel like something suspicious is going on?" Hogun asked quietly, adding yet more apples to the quickly growing pile in the Allfather's helmet. It was already nearly full.

"Maybe because the princes are acting suspicious?" Sif supplied.

"Yeah really. I mean, why are we picking apples again?" Fandral asked, reaching for an apple far out on the branch. His fingers just grazed it, before he lost his balance and fell out of the tree, nearly landing on Thor.

"Oof!" he groaned.

"Because of apple pies!" Volstagg said merrily. Fandral glared at him, but Volstagg just bit into an apple.

"I think we have enough," Thor announced, as the apples being thrown down started rolling out of the helmet and onto the ground.

"Good. Because I'm not getting back up," Fandral said.

"What if you were lying right where I was going to jump down?" Sif hinted impatiently.

Fandral shook his head. "Nuh uh, I will not let your petty threats move me from this comfortable spot."

"Fine," Sif jumped down, and Fandral just barely rolled out of the way.

"What was that for?" Fandral exclaimed. "You could have messed up my hair! I must make sure you haven't messed up my hair." He then reached into his right pocket, frowning when nothing was there. He proceeded to check his left pocket. "Where did my mirror go?!"

Sif rolled her eyes. "Oh, please."

"They're leaving without us," Hogun pointed out gruffly, nodding to where Thor, Loki, and Volstagg were already halfway to the castle.

At dinner later...

"These apple pies are delicious!" Volstagg declared, practically stuffing his face with it.

"I think it's a little undercooked..." Fandral said, prodding his slice with a knife.

Unseen, Tanis crept up and breathed a tongue of flame at Fandral's plate.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! WHY IS MY PIE ON FIRE?!" Fandral yelped.

Thor failed to stifle his laughter. "At least look at it this way: it's not undercooked anymore!"

"True," Fandral said, eying the burnt piece of pie sadly. "I think it's a little overcooked now..."

Sif turned to glare at Loki. "Why did you do that?" she demanded.

"It wasn't I," Loki said, shaking his head slightly.

"If any of you aren't going to eat your pie, I'll take it!" Volstagg offered.

Thor hurriedly shoveled the last of his slice in his mouth, and Sif pulled her plate towards her protectively.

"Take it," Fandral said, putting up his hands and indicating for Volstagg to go ahead.

Volstagg did. "A little crunchy..." he admitted, "But still good!"

"Hey Loki—" Thor said, turning to look at his brother, only to find his chair empty. He stared around the hall, but he didn't see his little brother anywhere.
"Where did he go?" Thor asked in bemusement.

"Beats me," Volstagg shrugged. "Does this mean I can eat his pie?"

Okay, I admit that this chapter was basically random filler... I kind of had a hard time writing it, as I'm like, really stressed out right now... I have a dance competition tomorrow (actually, technically it's later today... I have to wake up in around six hours to start getting ready...) I'm kind of mentally freaking out right now O.O

But please review and let me know what you think!