Just to clarify, there's a 3 year age gap between Thor and Loki, plus Loki has a late birthday (sometime in December).

In this part the ages are as follows:

Thor: 16 years old (10th grade)
Loki: 12 years old (7th grade)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The characters belong to Marvel and Norse mythology.

Two.

"Thor!" A girlish voice trilled.

Thor paused in the midst of putting on his helmet, stomach tightening in nervous anticipation. He could never tell if it was a pleasant sensation or not.

Feminine fingers caressed his neck and he leaned away from the touch. "Amora, I have practice," he said, voice firm as he pulled his helmet decisively over his head.

When he turned around his girlfriend was pouting at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his, even as he stood stiffly. "It would only take a few minutes," she whispered into his ear, voice low and seductive.

Thor felt his abdomen tighten in arousal: definitely a pleasant sensation this time. Still, he held his ground. Heimdall was a strict coach and though everyone and their grandmother knew that Thor would be made captain next year in his junior year of high school, Thor didn't want to do anything to jeopardize his position.

When Amora didn't relent, choosing instead to start pressing kisses into the exposed skin of his neck, he pushed her back gently. "You have practice as well," he reminded her, indicating her cheerleading uniform. At this, Amora finally disentangled herself from his person. She, too, was tapped for captaincy next year and could not afford to be careless.

The captain of the football team and the head cheerleader, dating. Loki had snickered and called him a cliché. Other than that comment, however, he had shown little interest in Thor's dating life. The same could not be said for the rest of his family and friends. Odin and Frigga disapproved of Amora, Frigga especially. Fandral, Volstag and Hogun, though they freely admitted to her attractiveness, also disliked Amora immensely. Thor suspected that Sif, too, was not in favour of his choice of girlfriend, but she was not as vocal as the rest. He wondered if it was because she thought he would attribute her feelings toward jealousy. If that were the case, she should know better. But then again, he should know better than dating Amora.

Certainly she was a viper. She terrorized most of the student body, solidifying her position at the top of the food chain. Her personality could be quite biting and sarcastic. Thor found himself inexplicably liking her. He hardly had any romantic feelings for her. Their relationship was purely based on lust – at least on his side. Though she lacked the brunette locks that he had grown a preference for, she made up for it with a body that was toned and well endowed. Her enthusiasm for physical pleasures was also a definite plus.

They had done most everything short of having what Thor considered 'real sex', though not for a lack of interest on Amora's part. Although faced with an attractive and willing girlfriend, Thor found himself strangely reluctant to take that final step in their sexual relationship. Perhaps it was due to the romantic comedies his mother still forced him to watch with her. As fond as he found himself of Amora's cutting wit and commandeering nature, he was not in the least bit in love with her.

"I do have to whip those freshmen into shape," Amora agreed. "But afterwards, you are mine for at least an hour," she said. Then, with a salacious wink, she strutted onto the field before Thor could say that 'No, after practice I need to drive my little brother back home and I really don't think I could leave him waiting on the bleachers so I can have a quickie.' It hardly mattered in any case as Amora was well aware of this fact, considering it happened every day.

He shook his head and bounded off to join his team.

The first half of practice passed quickly for Thor, who enjoyed the rush of the game even when not competing against real opponents. As Heimdall blew his whistle, indicating a short break, Thor jogged over to the benches to grab a drink. The rest of his teammates lingered on the field to watch the cheerleaders – somehow their most inappropriate cheers always seemed to coincide with the football team's breaks. Thor turned his attention to the bleachers, seeking out his little brother's form in its usual spot on the very top row, far from everyone else. Loki's middle school was just across the street from the high school and every day he would wait through Thor's practice so that Thor could drive the both of them home. Often he would be curled around a book or a video game, but if Sif didn't have soccer practice then they would sit together and converse – most likely making fun of Thor, a thought that made Thor smile.

Today Sif had practice, so Thor was surprised to see that Loki was not alone on the bleachers. When he realized who exactly was with his brother, Thor was even more surprised.

Amora stood tall over Loki's seated form, one hand flipping her blonde hair as the other rested on the curve of her hip. She said something that made Loki's brows rise ever so slightly before his eyelids dipped over his bottle green eyes in a mocking fashion. Thor saw Loki shut his book as he replied to her, a smirk pulling at his red lips. It was a common expression on Loki's face, his impish personality shining through his fey thirteen year old appearance – pale white skin, soft dark hair, thin red lips, wide green eyes and a slight body. Thor was not the only one who found this endlessly endearing; it was one of the reasons Loki's mischief was so often overlooked. Amora, however, did not seem charmed in the slightest. In fact, whatever Loki had said must have upset her because her lips pulled down into an enraged snarl.

At this point Thor was already running, but still the next few moments seemed to pass in slow motion as Amora drew her arm back and slapped Loki straight across his face.

Thor loved his brother, but he was not at all blind to his faults. Amora might often have been unnecessarily cruel without any provocation, but so too was Loki a prankster and an all-around little shit more often than not. It was equally likely that Loki had instigated the situation rather than Amora. Thor knew this very well.

He still saw red.

The next thing he knew he was standing at the top of the bleachers, body positioned protectively in front of Loki. Amora's wrist was held in his crushing grasp, her face screwed up in a grimace of pain. She tried, uselessly, to pull away from him, but he tightened his grip, forcing a gasp of pain from her tightened lips.

"If you dare touch my brother again," Thor said, voice dark and promising, "I will not be held accountable for my actions. Am I understood?" He waited until she had nodded her head before letting her go, uncaring of the red hand print around her wrist.

Needless to say that their relationship ended that day. Amora never forgave him for what he admitted might have been an overreaction. Thor never felt quite as guilty as he thought he should.

/End Two.

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