Disclaimer: I do not own Thor, as I regret to inform you. If I did I (probably) wouldn't need to write fanfiction!
A/N: This idea popped into my head and I just had to write it down. I apologize for any mistakes you might find, but it was written sort of in a rush. This is set during Loki and Thor's early youth (lets imagine Thor is somewhere between 13-15 in this). It's meant to be humorous, but I don't know if I succeeded, so please let me know! I'd really appreciate the feedback, whether it's constructive criticism or not :)
Cakes
Thor couldn't stop thinking about Elsred's cakes.
He remembered how the sweet, pleasantly pungent smell hung in the air, after she had finished baking them and put them on a net to cool down. Oh, that smell! Just thinking about it made Thor's mouth water and crave the wonderful sensation of savouring one. It was hardly fair that a single girl possessed such baking skills.
That fateful first bite into what he deemed as the best thing he had ever tasted in his life had been his point of no return.
When the fluffy, slightly moist pastry melted into his mouth, he knew he could never again find another quite like it. It was absolutely delectable, filling him with the taste of chocolate, which was his favorite flavor.
Her recipe was spot on: the chocolate didn't taste overly sugary or sour, but a perfect combination of both; the cake itself wasn't dry or tough to chew on, but rather airy and smooth. It was unlike anything Thor had ever tasted before.
He had since asked Loki to try to reproduce them with magic, but he had been unsuccessful. Whatever it was that Elsred put into them, it made them so unique there was just no way to replicate them.
This led him to conclude the cakes had to be made by her own hands to have that sinfully amazing taste.
Elsred was a maiden his own age. She was friends with Sif, despite the fact that Elsred lacked the enthusiasm of the other girl for the art of combat. Elsred actually dedicated herself to calmer tasks, such as reading and baking.
Surprisingly, even though Sif usually loathed girls who kept to the role society had instructed upon them, she absolutely loved Elsred. Perhaps because, unlike most girls their age, Elsred never made fun of Sif's aspirations of becoming a fearsome warrior, but rather supported them. She even admired Sif's courage and looked up to her.
In the weeks that followed his tasting of the aforementioned cakes from Valhalla, Thor constantly caught himself thinking of how pretty her honey-colored hair was, how her kind smile and her green eyes were able to light up a whole room and how she must have magic in her blood to be able to produce such a delicacy.
"I can't stop thinking about her. Or her delicious cakes," Thor spat out to Loki some time later, when they were sitting at the training grounds, after their jarring practice.
Loki raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Her... cakes?" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. After the few seconds it took Thor to realize his brother was making innuendo about her butt, he immediately shoved Loki hard in the arm.
"Not that kind of cakes!" He blushed lightly, embarrassed that his words could thus be interpreted and he hadn't noticed. Thor was also baffled with his brother's inability to understand his seriousness in the matter. "The ones she baked. The ones we ate on that stupid fieldtrip you decided to take to Vanaheim to visit the sorceress who instructed Mother on magic."
"Oh, I see, we're talking about Lady Elsred," Loki grinned widely, amused at his brother's apparent frustration. "Well, those were indeed the finest of fine cakes, brother. Not that the other cakes on the maiden are any worse, which I'm sure you haven't missed," Loki threw a knowing look at Thor and chuckled, earning himself a glare from the eldest of the young princes of Asgard.
"You're insufferable, brother," Thor stood up, frowning. He wiped the sweat off his face with one of the towels the servants had left layed out for them.
"And you are infatuated with a maiden's cakes!" no sooner had the words left Loki's mouth, he threw himself back and laughed until he was practically rolling on the floor.
"You are indeed the epitome of witty jokes, Loki," Thor replied dryly before walking away. Loki's laughter echoed through the open space and ringed in his ears, even after he was but a few strides away from the closest entrance to the castle.