-PART TWO-

The sun was warm and the golden grass swayed in the breeze.

5 children, about the age of 10, ran through the fields down to a lake.

The oldest of the 5, Thor, was the first there. The fast, handsome and strong 12 year old with the golden locks, what young girl would resist the future king of Asgard?
He slowed to a jog, then turned and waited for the others.

Second there was Fandral, dashing young boy also at the age of 12.

Third was Sera, a beautiful young girl, aged 10, her long blonde hair and stormy eyes made many boys, and men, week at the knees, perfect for getting what she wanted with ease. Even her name, unknowingly to others, matched her personality; Sera – storm/serpent.

Fourth was Sif, Aged 11. A pretty girl, she had brown hair tied in a tight ponytail.

And last was Loki, the youngest of them all. Aged 10. He wasn't as fast or as strong as the others. He was thin compared to the other boys. His hair was black that made his skin look paler than it actually was; he liked books and magic more than fighting and training. And although not as fast he had magic on his side, so he was not easily caught if they got into trouble.

Loki struggled the last meters to the top of the hill and seeing that everyone was waiting for him by the lake, he jogged down the hill embarrassed. As he hurried, he tripped over and tumbled down the rest of the hill, hitting his shoulder.
Thor and Fandral laughed at him, doubling over and pointing, hysterical, "He can't even run down a hill!" said Thor.

Sera glared at them, "Don't be mean to your brother Thor, he's younger than you. I'm the youngest girl here and you don't laugh at me when I fall."
They stopped and stared at her, then burst out laughing once more.

Sif on the other hand ran over to Loki and helped him up. "Are you okay?" she asked, putting her hand on his arm.
Sulkily he yanked out of her grasp "I'm fine." He growled. He rubbed his hurt shoulder and walked over to the others, looking down at the ground to hide his red face.

The children lay by the lake, basked in the sun and looking up into the sky. The bright sun hung in the clear blue sky along with distant planets.
Sera sat up "Thor?"

Keeping his eyes closed while he lay on the warm ground Thor answered "yeah."

"Who will be king out of you and Loki? Because usually kings only have one son" sera frowned and turned to look at him.

Loki held his breath waiting for an answer. He didn't know the answer, and he knew Thor wouldn't be completely correct with it either, because no matter how much more knowledge Thor knew due to his age, Loki was still smatter.

Thor finally sat up, his eyes scrunched as the sun came out from behind a cloud. "Well me of course. I'm the oldest. and how do you know so much about royal families?"

"I know so much because I listen in class, and all the past kings have had one son."

"oh. Well I will be king of course," he grinned confidently "They need a strong, brave king on the throne to protect them. Loki isn't brave or strong, he likes books and chess." He nudged Fandral and they laughed, then lay back down.

Loki's heart sunk. Was that really true, Loki would never be king because he liked books? He tried to breath normally so not to raise suspicion on how he felt about the subject.

Sera frowned "Well that's hardly fair. Why can't you both be king? Loki could be the knowledgeable one and you could be the fierce one."

"Don't be ridiculous Sera! There can't be two kings" he exclaimed.

Eventually Loki sat up. "Why not brother? There isn't a rule." He said innocently.

Fandral sat up also "you're right there are no rules against it, but its silly, two people can't be king"

"Well, it is tradition to have one king," Sif said. She stood up "well we can talk about it next time, it's getting late. We should go back home."

And with that, Thor, Sif, Fandral, Sera and Loki ran back home.