The hallway was quiet. Shimmering flames threw a soft light on the polished ground and the golden walls. It was a couple of days since the game has begun and Loki hoped that Thor would be less cautious. The green-eyed price was hiding behind one of the brassy statues. He was nervous, but he would never admit that. His cold hands were shaking while he tried to control the dim green glow coming from his fingertips.
He heard echoes of strong steps disturbing the heavy silence. By the confident and energetic pace he knew it was Thor.
His hands glowed a little more when he gently whispered the magic word. It was his first try and he decided for a simple masking spell that allowed him to blend in with the background like a chameleon. His skin and clothes became different shades of gold and shadows on his body seemingly disappeared. He carefully pulled a small knife out of his pocket.
Since he and Thor were gods and basically immortal, a knife like that wouldn't do much harm. On Midgard it would be like slapping someone you don't like.
Thor was getting closer and Loki carefully came out of his hiding place. He started slowly walking towards his target. He walked as quietly as he could so that Thor wouldn't hear him. He could see his smug face, always looking so prideful and carefree.
But then his expression changed. He stopped. At first he looked confused but when realization hit his moronic head, he smiled goofily.
"You know I can see your shadow – right?"
His voice sounded way too self-satisfied for Loki's liking. He sighted angrily and threw the knife on the ground. The hard metal clinked when it hit the shining surface. Loki crossed his hands and pouted. The green gleam travelled from his head to the toes when the spell broke and he became visible again. He looked bitterly at his brother.
"Fine," Loki spat out "This time you were lucky." He turned around on his heels and walked away.