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Chapter Four:

Everyone was beginning to wander away from the feast. Isil had managed to calm down enough to attend the feast that they had pulled together at the last minute. The feast had been enjoyable for everyone, although it would never be the most memorable event. They had chatted, eaten, and, in several of the men's case, gotten extraordinarily drunk.

Loki was leaving the hall with Thor. He had only had one drink and even that was more than usual. He couldn't handle alcohol quite as well as most Asgardian men and didn't especially enjoy bumbling about like an idiot. He glanced over at his brother who had to have had at least six or seven drinks. He was singing loudly and smiling giddily.

"Hey ho! To the bottle I go, to heal my heart and drown my woe. Rain may fall and wind may blow but there still be many miles to go," Thor sang extraordinarily out of key. He smiled at Loki, "Join me brother!"

"No, no, no, no, no," Loki laughed at his drunken brother. "For you are too talented for me to keep up with."

"Always a spoil sport," Thor patted Loki on the back. "Ah well should have had a few more drinks. Then you would be quite keen on joining me."

"You know how well I handle alcohol," Loki said. Drinking was just another thing that Thor was better at. At least this talent was of little consequence.

"Oh yes," Thor's eyes lite up at the chance to embarrass Loki. "I recall Lady Lorelei's latest birthdate celebration."

"It would be best if you didn't," Loki shuddered at the mere thought of that feast. It had been right after he had had his last big fight with Isil and Thor, Volstagg, and Fandral had somehow managed to convince him to play some sort of drinking game.

Since the drinking game was simply a strength contest he lost often. After several hours of playing he was utterly drunk. The details of the night were fuzzy, but Loki remembered taking off his pants and attempting to kiss Lorelei's mother.

No, Loki knew it was best that he hadn't gotten drunk. Even if it would give his mind a rest from pondering his numerous problems.

"What I would give to see you drunk again," Thor smiled.

"I hope that you never get that pleasure," Loki quipped back. Thor's head quickly turned away from Loki as a beautiful chambermaid passed by.

"Brother did you see that maid," Thor's face had a look of wonder.

"Obviously," Loki sighed. His brother certainly was weak when it came to beautiful women. "Let me guess, you have never seen someone so beautiful?" He placed his hand on his chest for effect.

"Well she is quite handsome," Thor smiled once more. "You should go after her. Have some fun for once!"

Loki snorted, "I think not. I do not copulate with every single maid."

"Well that girl isn't every maid."

"Go chase after her I know you want to," he replied

Thor didn't need to be told twice and quickly left Loki alone. Thor would need to learn to control himself before he became king. That was if he became king.

Loki continued to wander the halls of the palace. Asgardians don't have much need for sleep; they only do so for satisfaction and extra energy. He did enjoy his time alone. It was fun to pretend that he was the only on in the palace, that he ruled it all. When Loki grew tired of imagining himself king he would stare out into the endless expanse of space. It was so easy to forget how beautiful it was during the day.

Just as Loki was thinking how much it would please him to increase investment into research of new types of magic if he became king (for the Allfather saw no need for advancing what he believed was perfection) Odin himself crept up behind him.

"Loki," Odin sounded somber. "I must discuss new developments with Telemnar. Please, walk with me."

"Of course," Loki nodded respectfully at his father.

"Heimdall has spotted him," Odin said slowly. "He is currently on a largely uninhabited planet near Alfheim. It appears he is gathering an army."

"From where?" Loki asked. "The dark elves have been diminished in power for centuries."

"There is the problem son, something is blocking Heimdall from seeing where they are coming from," Odin sighed heavily. "Telemnar must being getting help from a very powerful being in order to block Heimdall."

"I didn't even realize one could do that," Loki replied. He would have to remember this, as he wasn't particularly fond of Heimdall's all-powerful sight.

"Yes, but it is incredibly rare," Odin looked deeply troubled. "We will have to make sure we are prepared when he attacks."

"But where will he attack?" his son responded.

"Alfheim I assume," Odin sighed. "I have already contacted them. They are going to send over Princess Ainariel to discuss tactics."

"Is that Isil's sister?" Loki was incredibly curious about her.

"Yes," Odin smiled. "I'm sure they will be happy to see each other, they have been separated many year." Loki couldn't help, but think that Odin knew better. For the two girls would probably have a strained relationship at best. "She will arrive tomorrow morning."

"Have you informed Isil?" Loki was concerned for Isil as she wasn't exactly at her most stable.

"Yes," Odin replied. Loki wished he would give more information, but Odin had never been a man of many words.

"And Thor?" Loki asked. "I'm sure he will be thrilled about going to battle."

"I have decided it best to wait until tomorrow," Odin said. "He seems to be indisposed at the moment." Loki inferred that Thor endeavors with the maid had been successful as usual.

"I'm sure he will be keen on the new," Loki sighed.

"Yes," Odin said. "For all your brothers talents he still can not see that war is not a game."

Loki and Isil awaited Ainariel's arrival on the rainbow bridge. Isil buzzed with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

"Nervous," Loki poked Isil.

"Never," Isil smiled. "If I look jittery it is only, because I don't know what to expect. I haven't seen Ainanriel for a very long time. We were never particularly close as children, not like you and Thor."

"Thor and me aren't close," Loki.

Isil scoffed, "Denying it can't change the facts. You may have different ideas and interests, but you still are good friends."

"I suppose so," Loki really couldn't deny that. Even if their relationship was growing more strained than when they were young they were still friends.

"I hardly remember what she looks like," Isil looked at Loki with excitement in her eyes. "I suppose it is sad, but I am just excited to see who she if."

As she spoke a light flashed as the Bifrost obviously transported someone. After waiting a moment a beautiful elfish women emerged. If the men of Asgard thought Isil was beautiful they would drop dead at the sight of Ainariel. She had curly dark blonde hair and more of a curvy figure than her sister. Something was quite striking about her face, it was sharp, but that made it all the more intriguing. Seductiveness oozed from her body. Loki had no doubt his friends would bicker over who got her first.

"Hello," she smiled. "Are you Isil?"

"Yes," Isil replied. "It has been an awfully long time. I can hardly recognize you."

"I suppose so," she replied. Loki noted that she gave a dark feeling, which was incredibly strange for a light-elf. "And you are?"

"Loki, Prince of Asgard," Loki said.

"A pleasure, you may call me Ariel," she extended her delicate hand for him to shake.

The ride back to the place seemed incredibly long for Loki, who had to have Ainariel on the back of his horse. The princess was kept rubbing his waist, shoulders and any other body part she could manage to reach. Loki found this not only inappropriate, but also unusual. It was frowned upon for women to be so physically coquettish and they never seemed to take such liberties with Loki. The fact that the women wasn't even from this realm and was his best friend's sister made it even stranger.

Loki glanced over at Isil attempting to get any form of help possible. She simply shrugged. Although, Loki assumed she was surprised at her sister's unsuitable behavior.

Isil was most certainly confused by her sister's behavior. A woman of her status should not be acting so promiscuously. She also couldn't believe that she would try to seduce Loki of all people. Loki was not some little plaything, but a Prince, and more importantly hers.

So obviously Isil's sister is not nearly as awesome as she is and is a bit of a slut lol. Sorry this chapter was so uneventful. I originally had other stuff planned, but it would have ended up being too long for my tastes so I split in in half. Also, the next few chapters might come out a little slower as I have finals next week and need to study. Don't forget to review!

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