"For the First Time in Forever"

"Thor… Uhm, Thor, are you awake?" A voice called behind the polished marble door of the Asgardian's bedroom. As he groggily sat up, a thin line of drool trickling down his cheek, his golden locks of hair was wildly strewn about and knotted, the tresses miscellaneously messy and untamed.

"My Lord, did I awaken you?" Asked the servant outside. Thor's eyelids felt much too heavy to lift, so they remained mostly shut as he stretched his muscled arms up over his head, yawning in response. "No, no," He slurred, dry tongue sticking to the roof of his parched mouth, "don't worry, I've been up for hours now…"

As if to contradict his earlier statement, his head began to tilt forward, as if his neck couldn't support the weight. He had begun to, once more, drift off into slumber, for it was much too early for the prince to pull himself out of this heavy, tired fatigue. A single snore sounded in the room, alerting the servant that the ever graceful soon-to-be leader has nodded off.

The butler sighed, forcing any irritation out of his calming tone. "My Lord, I must request that you wake up. Today is your brothers Coming of Age Coronation. You would not wish to miss it, would you?" It was as if the elder had poked Thor with an electric rod. His head shot up and his magnificently bright blue eyes snapped open.

Now, he was not weary in the slightest. "It's Coronation Day?" He asked, though more to himself. The butler outside was unable to stifle his sigh. He turned on his heels and walked away as Thor flicked his gaze to his open closet that held his lovely attire for today's most special event.

"It's Coronation Day!" He threw his satin sheets to the side, feet almost getting tangled up in them as he leaped from his bed. He could not believe that today was the day; it had been years since he's seen his beloved brother, but now they could reunite and become friends once again. No more waiting behind closed doors, no more secrets, no more unanswered questions…

He took in a large breath through his nostrils, stomach knotting at the wondrous propaganda of seeing his brother. What does he look like now? Why did he lock himself away like this? Did he miss him at all? Was it his idea to mentally leave for so long? All of these queries and more swam through his cranium, practically making him dizzy.

But he pushed it all aside, put on his immaculate and intricately designed ornate clothing, and pushed open his bedroom door to see light from the risen sun flooding through the open windows, casting a shimmer to sparkle across the shining tiled floor, a gleam that Thor has not seen in a very long time.

With a delighted below, he began, "The window is open, so's that door. I didn't know they did that anymore." His jaw hung slack as the royal help elegantly walked past either side of him, holding piles of plates that went up past their heads. He laughed giddily, continuing, "Who knew we owned eight thousand salad plates?" The excited man began to run, tails from his coat flapping madly behind him.

"For years I've roamed these empty halls. Why have a ballroom with no balls? Finally they're opening up the gates!" He stopped running and stood in the hall, chest heaving, "There'll be actual real life people. It'll be totally strange. Wow, am I so ready for this change! 'Cause for the first time in forever, there'll be music, there'll be light. For the first time in forever, I'll be dancing through the night." He chuckled, still mystified by the idea that he will be able to see Loki, that he'll meet others, make friends… Perhaps even make a special friend. The thought was unfathomable, yet amazingly resplendent.

"Don't know if I'm elated or gassy, but I'm somewhere in the zone." Thor shrugged, not caring either way. "'Cause for the first time in forever… I won't be alone." He looked around him, heart leaping with joy. Speaking to himself, he said, "I can't wait to meet everyone. What if I meet…the one?"

A grin that seemed too big for his face lit up his features, making his entire complexion glow with jovial brilliance. He raced to one of the golden pillars, resting his back against it as if trying to seduce whomever laid eyes on him. He grasped at one of the maids miniature fans and twirled it, stately huskily, "Tonight, imagine me coat and tail, dashingly handsome and quite so fair; the picture of sophisticated grace!"

As he uttered the words, his fan smacked into his cheek due to a miscalculation of his spinning. Tossing it aside and trying to play it off as if the incident never occurred, he rushed to a lush table decorated with a strikingly white tablecloth and a smorgasbord of various candies and deserts.

"I suddenly see her standing there, a gorgeous maiden, sweet with care. I want to stuff some chocolate in my face!" He did just that, picking up the once graciously arranged chocolates and putting one after the other in his mouth, swallowing them whole like some sort of ravaged animal.

"But then we'll laugh and talk all evening. Which is completely bizarre. Nothing like the life I've led so far…" Thor threw his arms up wide, screaming to the Gods despite the curious gazes from the help and the odd quirks of worried brows. "For the first time in forever there'll be magic, there'll be fun. For the first time in forever, I could be noticed by someone."

As a maid walked by, Thor promptly swooped her up and dipped her in his arms, leaving her flabbergasted and staring in surprise. "Master Thor, what in the Gods name-"

"Do you not see?" He asked, flashing his twinkling white canines in a show of exultation. "Many guests are to arrive this magnificent evening to see my brother's coming of age, yes?" The maid raised her dark brows, creating a crease in her forehead. "Indeed," she started, questioning his forwardness. "But what does that have to do with-" She was again interrupted by Thor's booming voice.

"This means I could find a suitor! A lovely woman worthy of my stature. She shall be ravishing, she shall be kind… Oh, I cannot wait!" Without another word he dropped the worker woman to the ground, running off and saying, "And I know that it's definitely crazy to dream I'd find romance. But for the first time in forever…at least I've got a chance."

Unfortunately, in the other prince's chambers, the day was not nearly so merry, nor so delightful. In fact, it bordered on disheartening anxiousness. Loki looked outside his window, out into the grassy plains, the hundreds of people dressed in their most divine and fancy clothing, all coming to watch him. He gripped his gloved hands, rubbing them together in fearful apprehension.

Today was the day, and he was most certainly not ready. He tried to control his heart, steadily breathing. "Don't let them in. Don't let them see. Be the good guy you always have to be." He picked up the miniature staff and rounded trinket that he was to hold in honor of his coming of age at the ceremony. "Conceal. Don't feel. Put on a show. Make one wrong move and everyone will know…" He absentmindedly clenched and unclenched his fists, swallowing nervously, his mouth suddenly growing very dry. Loki slicked a stray lock of black hair back behind his head, longing for something-anything-for his fingers to toy with.

"But it's only for today."

Echoing his brothers words, Thor-whom was outside, running with unbearable exhilaration-also said, "It's only for today-"

"It's agony to wait."

"It's agony to wait!"

"Tell the guards to open up…" Loki threw open his window in a flourish, calling out to his guards, "the gate!"

"The gate!"

Both of the regal brothers continued, overlapping one another with their intense and lurid words.

"For the first time in forever-"

"Don't let them in, don't let them see-"

"I'm getting what I'm dreaming of-"

"Be the good guy you always have to be-"

"A chance to change my lonely world-"

"Conceal-"

"A chance to find true love!"

"Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know!"

Thor continued to run, leaping in utter happiness, voice rising and rising. He skipped down the dock, paying no attention to anything but himself and his internal jubilation. "And I know it all ends tomorrow, so it has to be today!" He stopped to take a breath, voice paused for a moment. "Cause for the first time in forever… For the first time in forever…" He started up again, the same energy he had before returning. "Nothing's in my waaaaay- OOF."

The wind was curtly knocked out of him as he felt something hit his side, sending him crashing down into a small rowboat. He grunted in pain, screaming out as he began to fall. A hoof stepped onto the boats front, stopping Thor from tumbling down into the water below.

Rubbing his head after seeing stars for a few seconds, he blinked up to see who was in front of him. "How dare you-" He stopped, for his heart has jumped from his chest. Before him crouched a beautiful maiden with locks as black as fine ink, and they were ever so long and straight. His cerulean eyes widened, amazed and taken aback by her beauty.

"I'm so sorry," She started, smiling. "I'm Sif. Princess of the Southern Isles." All Thor could do was stare.

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A.N. So, that ending, huh? Yeah, I don't know what I was doing there, either. From this point on I've started forgetting some orders of events, so I might actually have to watch the movie again. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing, though.

I'd like to apologize for such a delay. Marching Band has been working me to the bone, and I haven't even had a computer in… Gah, I don't want to even think about how long. So I'm sorry, but I hope you all like this. I'm trying to make this funnier, considering the earlier chapters were pretty heavy.

I'd also like to apologize for calling this a parody, but I wasn't sure what to put this under, so I'm sorry for any mislabeling that's been happening. But I'd really like some more followers and reviews, that's one thing that really fuels me to keep writing. Though the most important thing is that you enjoyed this chapter. Have a great day, R&R! Bye!