Chap. 3
Since his first try wasn't exactly successful, Loki decided for a different tactic. He wasn't exactly the most patient person, so hiding in one place for too long wasn't the best choice. He was slower than Thor, so running after him wasn't an option ether. He could sneak up on him in his sleep, but that was low even for him. After some thinking and a lot of reading he found just the spell and approach he needed.
It was time for training and Thor was late – again. He waived at Loki but kept his distance since the game was still ongoing. Loki stretched his muscles and picked up his practice sword. His opponent was one of the guards and despite his skills; young Loki barely broke a sweat defeating him. He excused himself and went out of the arena to get some water.
"Ha! You're too slow, dear Sif!" Thor yelled as he dodged her attack. She quickly recovered and sent another blow right in his face. Her foot collided with Thor's head and sent him back for a few steps. She took the opportunity and jumped forward, sending Thor to the ground.
"You think so?" she responded with a smile while the point of her sword was pointed at his neck.
"Maybe you are not THAT slow," he looked at her sword half angrily.
She put the sword away and held out a hand for him. Thor smiled and took the offered hand.
"Let's take a break," he suggested when she pulled him up. He looked around himself. Loki was nowhere around. Thor sight in relief and put down his sword and armour.
There was a cool breeze and golden-haired prince shivered a little. The wind suddenly became colder and a strong blow hurled Thor on the ground. He looked up in surprise only to see the wind quickly forming into a man shaped figure. He didn't even have time to blink before Loki stabbed him.
He was more surprised than hurt. Sif ran towards them but before she could hit Loki he was already lost in the wind.
"What the Hel was that?!" she turned towards Thor.
He blinked a few times before answering, "I'm it."