Disclaimer: I am just some silly fan that writes fanfiction. That should be good enough of a disclaimer.

A/N: The development of this story is as spontaneous as how it was created.

Chapter Two

"Freyja, did you have to invite them back?" Frey hissed as the two of them trailed behind their father for another training session. "You saw what happened! Thor is a war hungry beast, he could have practically killed me!"

"Exactly." Freyja grinned. "Brother, you need to sharpen up. I'm rest assured they can do exactly that for you. You need it anyway. Why, with your running away and calling father for help... that hardly makes for a good warrior."

Frey stared at his sister with great frustration. "Then I'm starting with Loki! He doesn't even seem that great of a warrior."

"Speak for yourself." Freyja rolled her eyes. "You don't even know what Loki is capable of."

"I don't need to," Frey replied stubbornly. "Just look at him!"

"Father," Freyja sighed. "Are you sure Frey is my brother?"

"Freyja, stop teasing your brother," Einarr ordered, glaring down upon his children. "You're sixteen, you know better than to behave that way."

"But little Eira doesn't run off in fear." Freyja pointed out, causing Frey to flinch. While their sister was far too young to join their training sessions, she has already shown signs of bravery that would benefit her in the long run. In comparison, Frey looked like the black sheep of the family. "She's only five. Frey, you're eighteen, and you run off in terror every time."

"She's a child," Frey muttered. "Nothing bothers her. She laughs at that frost giant story mother tells her. To her, everything is amusing... even frost giants."

"Oh, I dream of the day you confront a frost giant, my dear brother!" Freyja chuckled. "Oh, father! Help me, father!" Freyja mocked, flailing her arms in the air. "This frost giant is trying to knock my head off!"

"Freyja." Einarr snapped.

"Sorry," Freyja sighed, giving her brother a weak smile. "Point is, no fear, brother."

"Says you." Frey rolled his eyes. "You're suppose to be a mere maiden. You're suppose to wed some warrior, give birth to some children... that's your purpose."

"Say that to mother, Frey," Freyja replied bitterly. "I'm sure she would not take you too lightly!"

"I did not raise you two to bicker constantly!" Einarr roared, quickly turning back to face the siblings who were suddenly started by the anger etched in his voice. "Frey, you know very well that this is no regular Asgardian family. I did not raise you two to live such meager lives. There is no point in having Freyja as a maiden either, she's far too stubborn anyway."

"Thank you, father." Freyja smiled, but it quickly faded as she noticed her father's latter statement. "What do you mean too stubborn?"

Einarr observed the frantic look across Freyja's face and smiled. "Freyja, many young men have made advances towards you. You're either too oblivious to their advances or you just refuse to acknowledge them all together."

"Even I noticed." Frey chuckled softly. "Perhaps Thor can sweep Freyja off her feet."

"I don't need no man!" Freyja snapped, clearly offended. "Especially someone like Thor!"

Frey smirked. "You'll be at his feet once he's king, Freyja."

"I will not!" She declared, giving her brother a whack upon the shoulder.

Eventually, the three of them reached their usual meadow where they spent many of their training sessions within. With wide space and several stumps scattered about, they considered it the perfect place to practice their swordmanship. They wouldn't have mother yelling at them for wrecking havoc nor would they be putting young Eira in danger. Upon arrival, they discovered Thor and Loki sitting underneath the tree that Freyja had slashed upon. Thor was casually tossing a different and larger sword back and forth in his hands, greeting them with an eager look upon his face. As for Loki, he sat there quietly with a book laid across his lap, clearly void of any interest in fighting.

"You!" Frey cried out, jumping towards Loki and pointed his sword towards him. "Up! Now!"

Loki slowly rose his head, giving Frey a glazed look. "Excuse me?"

"We're fighting!" Frey exclaimed.

"Humor the guy, will you?" Freyja chuckled softly as she sat down beside Loki. "If he can't defeat Thor, he figured he could defeat you... maybe."

"Can't he fight you?" Loki glanced at her.

Freyja scoffed. "He's incapable of defeating me either."

"I don't have a sword." Loki closed his book shut, setting it upon the grass by Freyja as he rose to his feet.

"Here, brother." Thor offered his sword to him, handing it to him by the blade. As he took the sword by the grip and waved it about, he was clearly not comfortable with it. "You'll do fine." He assured his brother with a pat upon the shoulder and a smile, Loki merely smiled in return.

With a frown, Frey observed the two brothers exchanging smiles and gave Freyja a gentle kick upon the leg. "Why can't you be encouraging?"

"I get a better reaction out of you if I'm mean." Freyja scoffed. "Now it's best you don't let your guard down this time, brother."

"All right, Loki!" Frey yelled, turning to face Loki. "Prepare to lose!"

Freyja sighed, already certain of her brother's defeat, and observed Loki's insecure, awkward stance, which was almost as bad as her brother's. Standing there with the sword barely held above his waist and his feet barely far apart, Loki stared blankly at Frey who looked on with rage. Though she realized she had underestimated Loki too quickly for as soon as he began moving he was a lot faster than her stocky brother who could barely keep up. Before Frey could even expect it, Loki's sword clashed against his own, throwing him off with his quick start.

"Brother, no hesitation!" Freyja called out, a frown forming upon her face. As impressed as she was with Loki, she was actually rooting for her brother for once. "Quicken your senses! Be aware of Loki's actions!"

As Frey's and Loki's swords clashed against one another, Frey glanced at his sister with surprise, but this was a mistake. He had dropped his guard by his sister's sudden change of heart, which left Loki the opportunity to duplicate into six other Lokis that circled around Frey, all smirking at him as he spun about in a circle.

Speechless, Freyja glanced at Thor who merely smiled widely at his brother's performance, clearly proud of what he was capable of. Angrily, Freyja stood to her feet and exclaimed, "You idiot! Be more observant!"

Though no matter how hard Frey thrashed about, he slashed his sword at a fake Loki. Finding no success in his attempts to discover the actual Loki, Frey let his guard down once more, allowing the real Loki to emerge behind a fake Loki that was positioned by a tree and rushed towards Frey, giving him a cut upon the arm.

Defeated one more, Frey fell upon his knees onto the grass, staring down at the cut, which he never thought could be. "He got me."

Freyja went over to kneel beside her brother, giving him a gentle and supportive pat upon the shoulder. "Better effort, Frey. At least you didn't run away."

"But he got me!" Frey exclaimed, showing off his cut. "That runt got me!"

"He's not much of a runt if he could outsmart you like that." Freyja stated, glancing back at Loki who handed Thor back his sword and returned back to his book. "Nice job, Loki."

"Thank you." Loki replied, a smile curling upon his face.

"You're suppose to be on my side." Frey complained.

"Oh, pipe down." Freyja sighed, sliding out her sword from her belt. "Odinson, are you ready?" She called to Thor who had already positioned himself before Freyja, his feet grounded upon the grass and his sword pointing towards her direction.

"More than ready." Thor smirked.

Thor made a running start towards Freyja, but stopped quickly before he realized he was no longer charging towards Freyja, but rather Einarr who looked on calmly. In those few seconds, he lost track of Freyja who had made a run towards Thor from behind, making her first attack. Thor quickly turned, blocking it with his sword, their swords colliding into one another without making either of them budge from where they stood.

"Surely you don't think you can win?" Freyja questioned as she felt the heels of her boots sink into the ground as she tried to hold back Thor's strength.

"Oh, I know I will." Thor replied confidently with a grin, releasing their swords and swung with all his might towards Freyja.

Freyja jumped backwards, barely avoiding his sword and with the turn of her heel, attempted to attack Thor once more until their swords clashed once more.

"Give up, you maiden!" Thor exclaimed.

"Never." Freyja smirked, noticing he had left his left side vulnerable and as quickly as possible, she slashed downward, cutting into his left shoulder. With a thin smile, she tucked her sword and pranced off back to Loki, leaving a rather dumbstruck Thor who stared down at his wound with astonishment.

"I think you dampened his spirits." Loki muttered as he glanced at his brother who had slumped himself over a stump beside Frey who was currently in a similar position. "He's never lost a fight before."

"Well, that makes two of us." Freyja pointed out. "You dampened my brother's spirits, he was so certain you would lose against him."

Loki smiled. "Fair enough."

Returning the smile, Freyja noticed his father had begun to lecture the two defeated boys who were both clutching their wounds as if it was an insecurity they wished to hide. "Sometimes, the simplest moves are enough. You don't need to showcase how strong you are nor do you need to act as if you're the best on the field. At times, the simplest actions end with the best results. It's clear Freyja and Loki has taken this into recognition."

"I know so by heart, father!" Freyja called out.

Einarr smiled towards his daughter and turned to his eldest son, giving him a gentle pat. "Frey, you should really listen to your sister."

"What?" Frey shrieked. "I know what I'm doing, father!"

"Yes," Einarr replied hastily before Frey could rant anymore. "However, you shrug off your sister's advice too quickly. When Loki duplicated himself, you had to calm down or you would of never noticed that he had slipped behind a tree waiting for you to drop your guard again."

"He was asking for it." Loki murmured to Freyja.

Freyja gave him a surprised look. "You didn't even look like you wanted to fight."

"I didn't," Loki confirmed. "I figured it was better I taught him a lesson."

Freyja smiled with amusement across her face. "You are something, Loki."

"You did the same for my brother, though." Loki pointed out. "Now he knows he can't always win every battle with violent rage."

Freyja observed Thor who was still hunched over on the stump, staring down at the rip that she had created upon his sleeve. "They're a pair of sore losers, aren't they?"

"Don't befriend the enemy!" Frey yelled out to Freyja, noticing the two of them talking.

"I'm surprised your brother is still not used to it." Loki mentioned casually, flipping a page in his book.

Freyja let out a loud laugh, which caused Frey to glare her way. "You're not that bad, Loki."

"As you," Loki grinned. "Freyja."

After watching their brothers practice with Freyja's father to the point of exhaustion, the five of them were to part once more.

"Perhaps you two could accompany us when we take our trip to Midgard tomorrow." Thor suggested quietly, glancing back at Freyja's father who was currently positioned upon a stump, too fixated on the horizon to bid them any attention.

"Are you sure you want to take Frey?" Freyja muttered.

Frey shot a glare her way. "I think I can handle mere mortals, sister."

Freyja had to stifle her laughter, thinking otherwise. "Of course, brother. I'm certain..."

"You're mocking me again."

"No!" Freyja smiled, trying her best to contain her laughter. "Not at all!"

"We'll meet you at the entrance of the rainbow bridge." Frey told Thor as he gave his sister a gentle shove. "Won't we, Freyja?"

"Yes, yes, of course." Freyja smiled, slightly calming down. "We'll see you then."

"And maybe for once, I can prove to the lot of you that I can actually fight." Frey muttered.

"Keep telling yourself that, Frey," Freyja advised him. "It might come true someday."

"I can't even tell if you're still mocking me..."

"It's of no matter! Let's go!" Freyja exclaimed, dragging her brother along with her. "Thor, Loki, we shall see you tomorrow!"

Freyja continued dragging her brother along as she waved the two brothers off, rejoining their father's side to return home.