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A/N: So, I lied. I won't be updating every day, but I know I will attempt to update this as much as I can. I already have a plot laid out for this story, but I'm just having a little trouble threading it all together. Trust me though, it's gonna be good! Or well... you can be the judge of that. Anyway, enjoy.

Chapter Three

Once they had slipped away from their father's watchful eye, the two siblings began their journey to the Bifrost, one of the many places in Asgard where they have yet traveled to. Freyja had spent much of her youth admiring the bridge from afar while perched upon the highest of all the trees in Asgard. She would admire the beautiful shine the bridge gave off as it led right up to the Bifrost that sat by it's lonesome at the very edge. As the two siblings wandered towards the bridge's entrance, Frey glanced at her sister and tugged onto her arm, a look of curiousity etched upon his face.

"What is it, Frey?" Freyja asked.

"Do you think we'll meet mortals in Midgard?" Frey asked.

"Does it concern you?" Freyja asked, her face melting into a weary look.

"Well, we don't know what they're capable of."

"Frey, they're mere mortals. They're nothing like Asgardians. Don't you ever listen to father's stories? They're nothing like Jotuns." Freyja sighed as she rolled her eyes. She feared that her brother's own fear was getting the worst out of him before they even made their trip to Midgard. "Now stop worrying, I thought you were going to prove yourself as a warrior."

"Of course I am!" Frey snapped, the fear in his voice suddenly disappearing. "You know I will."

"Of course, brother." Freyja replied sarcastically. She sighed and gave her brother a gentle shove as they reached the entrance, meeting the two brothers who had been waiting patiently for their arrival. "All right then, let's get to it."

"Then make haste, you two!" Thor exclaimed with a grin. "We have a long walk ahead of us!"

"You think Heimdall will allow us through?" Frey asked.

"Oh, certainly." Thor said confidently. "So, have you recovered from your loss then?"

"Looks like you did as well." Frey noticed, Thor merely chuckled.

"Freyja is a worthy opponent. If anything, it's a honor to have fought with her."

"Though is it an honor to lose to her?" Frey asked, arching a brow.

Thor said nothing and continued trudging along the bridge.

Freyja merely chuckled and elbowed Loki who had been silent for most of their walk over. "He's still not over it, is he?"

"Hardly." Loki replied with a thin smile. "You scarred him."

"Don't tell her such lies!" Thor exclaimed.

Freyja merely laughed. "I have that effect on people, trust me."

"And that is why no man has been successful with Freyja." Frey announced, exchanging a smile with Thor.

"Mutter another word and I'm pushing you off this bridge." Freyja stated bluntly.

"Where would I even go?" Frey asked, peeking his head over the edge.

"It is best you don't do that, brother," Freyja muttered as she stood behind him. "Or you shall fall."

"You and your homocidal tendencies..." Frey muttered, quickly rushing off towards the two brothers who had rushed ahead of them. "I told father, but does he believe me? No."

Freyja let out an airy laugh and rushed after the three boys as they finally ended up meeting with Heimdall. He eyed the four of them suspiciously, raising his eyebrow as he glanced at Freyja and Frey.

"Come now, Heimdall," Thor grinned. "Let us through."

Heimdall sighed, turned his back on the four, and walked into the Bifrost as he put the key in its place. The four of them followed as they headed towards the opening, but before they could, Heimdall took Thor aside and gave him a rather stern look.

"Who are the two accompanying you? They're not your usual company." Heimdall asked.

"Heimdall, Freyja has proven herself worthy." Thor muttered. "Her blade had laid upon my shoulder."

"Her?" Heimdall asked, glancing at Freyja who was currently teasing her brother's newfound fear of going through the opening of the Bifrost. "She's a mere maiden."

"No, hardly." Thor said. "They'll be fine. Loki too. We're just going to Midgard."

"It is still dangerous." Heimdall warned him. "Who knows what those two could do?"

"Freyja is smart, she can handle herself. Her brother, on the other hand..." Thor merely shrugged.

"Is there a problem?" Loki asked as he came over to Heimdall and Thor. While he was enjoying Freyja's constant teasing of Frey, he found it a bit concerning as Heimdall and Thor had been standing on the far side of the room for the longest time. "Frey is getting antsy."

"Then it's best we don't keep them waiting." Thor stated, glancing at Heimdall. "Just Midgard, that's it."

"So be it." Heimdall stated.

"So, what exactly happens when we use the Bifrost?" Frey asked, his eyes fixated on the opening.

"You just get warped through it and end up in the other realm. Heimdall will return us when we're done." Loki explained, rejoining the siblings at the opening.

"So you've gone through it before?" Frey questioned.

"Yes, a few times." Loki replied.

"Are we ready then?" Thor called out. The three of them nodded, standing before the opening as Thor turned the key who quickly joined their side.

"It's best you shut your eyes." Loki advised the siblings.

"Why?" Freyja questioned.

"It's rather bright." Thor answered.

Suddenly, a bright light shined upon them and Freyja and Frey could feel themselves being pulled through the Bifrost and before they knew it, their feet had landed upon the ground.

"That was exhilarating!" Freyja exclaimed happily, glancing at her brother who had clung onto her arm who still had his eyes tightly shut. "Brother, open your eyes. The view is spectacular." In the distance was a horizon of mountains that were outlined by a vivid color of red and orange that met with a dark blue color that began to seep over, taking over the skies with the sparkling stars that shined above them. They had landed in a barren desert land, which had a slight chill to it, but none of them minded it. The idea of existing in another realm just thrilling to the two siblings, especially Freyja who's head darted this way and that as she tried to take everything to memory.

Hesitant at first, Frey opened one eye, but quickly released his sister's arm as he gazed upon the horizon, letting out a rather loud gasp. "What is that?"

"Sunset." Loki explained. "It's rather beautiful, isn't it?"

"Extremely!" Frey exclaimed, but suddenly, he quickly darted his head around and noticed they were alone. "Why, there's no one here."

"I bet Heimdall wanted that to happen." Thor muttered. "Though I guess this is better than nothing."

"Look," Loki placed a hand gently upon Freyja's arm and pointed up to the stars above them. "The stars... they're the same ones we see from below..."

"I feel they're better viewed from down here." Freyja replied, her head arched high towards the sky. "By the way... does your father know we're here?"

"Father lacks any concern for what we do." Thor scoffed. "This should cause no harm, we cannot seek a fight here."

"Then how will I prove myself a warrior?" Frey replied, almost disappointed.

"Frey, can there be just one moment when that's not on your mind?" Freyja sighed, giving her brother a gentle pat upon the back. "We're given one chance to relax and not worry about becoming warriors for once."

"I rather be given the chance to be prove myself as a warrior." Frey muttered, crossing his arms as his head was still arched to the sky. "Though, I guess we could just stay here."

"There's more to proving yourself as a warrior, Frey." Thor told Frey. Frey glanced at Thor with a surprised look and Thor merely chuckled, glancing back at Freyja who merely smiled his way. "I know that now. Come, I'll explain."

Though confused by Thor's kindness, Frey exchanged a look with his sister and shrugged as he followed Thor a little ways off from where Freyja and Loki stood. The two of them just sat upon several large stones discussing the skies and how they looked differently from high above. As they took turns pointing out certain constellations, Freyja began to find herself at ease while she was with Loki. Though, she shrugged this notion off very quickly when she realized she was starting to grow attached to his presence. She didn't want that, she wasn't like any regular maiden after all.

"This is very nice." Freyja murmured quietly as she took her eyes off the stars and glanced at Loki. Loki's eyes were still fixated to the sky, but his face eventually formed a smile that he flashed Freyja's way.

"It is, isn't it?" The smile, Freyja could tell, was genuine as it stretched across his face a lot more than his usual smiles. A bit taken back, Freyja gave him a weak smile and quickly glanced over at their brothers who were currently exchanging a loud burst of laughter.

"What made your brother decide to go here?" Freyja asked.

"It was my idea." Loki replied quietly. "I thought you would like it."

"Oh, I do." Freyja answered, rather surprised. "Why didn't you say it was your idea?"

"Thor's usually the one who proposes the idea, I just suggest it." Loki shrugged.

"You always play second to your brother, don't you?" Freyja asked.

"As it is with you and Frey."

Freyja chuckled. "Well, I made sure it didn't turn out that way. That's why I rose above my dear brother."

"As I wish for the same for me." Loki sighed.

"Well, I'm sure it will." Freyja gave him a sympathetic pat, but it came off more caring than she had wanted. It brought Loki to glance at her questionably, causing her to quickly remove her hand before she did something else she would regret. "You.. you deserve at least that." She murmured.

He chuckled softly. "Well, I'm glad someone thinks so."

"Of course!" She exclaimed.

"Though Thor's destined to be king." Loki explained.

Freyja merely scoffed. "You don't need to become king to be above your brother."

"Then what?"

"Anything, but that." Freyja smiled softly. "You're different than your brother, Loki. It doesn't mean you two thrive for the same destiny."

"If you say so." Loki replied quietly. He wasn't exactly fond of her response, but he appreciated the sentiment behind it.

Freyja sighed. "Loki, if anything, there's a lot more to you than you know."

"And how do you know?" Loki questioned. "We've only just met."

"Oh, first impressions say a lot." Freyja grinned, glancing down to find a lizard scaling upon a rock by their feet. "Say, Loki, is that a lizard?"

"Yes, why?"

"You think you could?" Freyja asked as she pointed towards her brother and Loki merely chuckled, waving his hand to the lizard that levitated off the rock and began to float it's way towards Frey's back. Gently, Loki had the lizard dropped upon Frey's shoulder, who froze the moment it had landed. Suddenly, Frey let out a loud, high-pitched shriek, which only made the other three burst into laughter as Frey panicked, running around in circles as he tried to brush the lizard off.

"FREYJA!" He screamed.

"I'm over here!" Freyja exclaimed, waving to her brother as she sat several feet away from him. "I'm not that fast, brother."

"Then..." Frey eyed Loki angrily. "Loki."

"I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about." Loki muttered as he smiled mischieviously.

Frey merely let out a grunt and crossed his arms, glancing at Thor who was still trying to recover from a fit of laughter. "It wasn't even that funny!"

"Oh, not at all!" Thor chuckled, wiping a tear. "Though, that scream was."

Freyja chuckled, beaming at her brother who merely glared her way.

"I think I would like to go home now." Frey muttered, staring up at the sky. "YOU HEAR THAT, HEIMDALL? HOME, NOW."

Freyja rolled her eyes. "Frey, you're no fun. We've barely done anything here."

"Your sister is right." Thor stated, glancing at Frey who was currently refusing to meet eye contact with everyone he was with. "We still haven't shown you what else Midgard has to offer!"

Suddenly, the four of them were lifted from the grounds of Midgard and were instantly transported back within the Bifrost. Confused, Thor glanced around and looked at his brother who merely stared over his shoulder with a blank look upon his face.

"Brother, what is it?" Thor questioned, but Loki merely shook his head and pointed behind him.

"Thor... Loki." A stern voice said as soon as Thor had turned around. Standing before them next to Heimdall was the King of Asgard, Odin. With a scowl across his face, it was obvious that the King of Asgard was unhappy with his two sons. Without a single word, the two brothers merely exchanged a worried look, unsure of what to expect from their father.