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A/n: Here's another chapter. I swear, if I fail my math final, I'm totally blaming Marvel for making this movie take over my mind...My God, you guys are so amazing. I love reading you're reviews so much. :D They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Ok, in my world, Loki never shaved Sif's head, he only gave her like a pixie cut. And her hair reacts like Repunzel from Tangled and turns from blonde to brown when cut. BECAUSE I CANNOT WORK WITH A BALD SIF, IS THAT SO WRONG? Also, Loki hasn't discovered what his magic can do yet until now. GET IT? GOOD.

Fulla was in a good mood. The chores which she normally fell subject to were being done by other maids today. Her Mistress had been gracious enough to give Fulla the day off from her tiring work which normally consumed her day. Now the golden-haired maid was on her way to her chambers, wanting nothing more than to lie down and sleep for the next thousand years.

However, when she turned into the hall which overlooked the courtyard, she saw a sight which ruined her mood: Thor and Loki fighting. Or rather, Thor plumbing his younger brother into a pulp.

Hiking up her skirt, Fulla turned and ran down the hall in the opposite direction. She traveled as quickly as she dared down the marble steps, but than ran once more across the courtyard to reach the two children.

When she reached them, the first thing the maid did was grab the back of Thor's shirt collar, pulling him off Loki. Thor's small fists were still flying out, as if punching the air would somehow pain Loki even further.

"Stop it!" Fulla demanded. She drug him backwards and pinned his arms to his sides in an effort to cease his struggling. The blonde prince complied, his blue eyes turning upwards to look at Fulla.

Satisfied that Thor was at least calm enough to quit punching blindly at nothing, Fulla turned her attention to Loki. The younger prince had scrambled up off the ground while she had been restraining Thor. Blood was flowing from his split lip, and there was already a dark bruise beginning to form on his left eye. Fulla knelt down next to Loki, gently taking hold of his shoulder to hold him still while she began to wipe the blood from his lip with her sleeve.

Both princes began to talk simultaneously, their voices blending together in such a way that Fulla couldn't focus on either one of them.

"Fulla, Thor started hitting me for no reason!"

"Fulla, Loki's blaming me for something I did not do!"

"Be quiet!" snapped Fulla, effectively shushing them both for the moment. Fulla drew her hands away from Loki and glanced between the two of them. "Why were you two fighting?"

Fulla realized her mistake when they both started up again. She sighed angrily and stood, clapping her hands over each boy's mouth.

"Alright," said Fulla, "I am going to let you both go. But I want you to tell me—one at a time—why you were fighting." When Fulla removed her hands, Thor was the first one to speak.

"Fulla, it's all Loki's fault! He got mad at Sif and cut her hair short! It isn't blonde anymore! She's in her chambers crying and he did it because he thought it would be funny—"

"It is funny," Loki cut in. "And besides, she had it coming."

"You are simply jealous that Sif is a better fighter than you," Thor said sharply.

"She is not!"

"Is to."

"Is not!"

"Is to!"

"Is not!"

"Is to!"

"Silence!" shouted Fulla. Both children promptly shut their mouths. The maid now turned to younger of the two. "Master Loki, did you cut off Sif's hair?" The porcelain skinned boy nodded once. "Why?"

"Because the only thing he can do right is ruin other people's lives!" Thor cut in loudly.

"Shut up, you prat!" Loki yelled.

Before Fulla or Loki had even seen him move, Thor had punched his brother squarely in the jaw. Loki got knocked off his feet and fell to the ground. Fulla quickly wrapped her arm around Thor's chest, keeping him from pouncing on his brother.

"You see?" cried Loki from his spot on the ground. He was cradling his jaw with one hand, the other being used to point accusingly at Thor. "He hit me! And I didn't do anything!"

Fulla really didn't want to get in the middle of this. At least, not now, not today. Not on her day off. Where was her Mistress? Why couldn't Frigga handle this in the way that all mother's could?

Fulla opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, she got cut off once more. A tall, lean man with messy light brown hair came rushing into the courtyard. He was dressed in armor, as most respectable men in the palace were, and an archer's bow was slung over his shoulders.

"Lady Fulla!" he called, coming to a stop next to the maid. He doubled over and rested his hands on his knees, breathing heavily.

"Ull!" said Fulla, surprised to see the god. Despite his thin and frail look, Ull was the god of archery. He rarely ever stopped training, and was a bit antisocial due to this. "What's wrong?"

"The Valkyries...," panted Ull. Fulla figured he must have run quite far and fast, considering that Ull wasn't exactly out of shape. "They broke into the ale vault."

Fulla's shoulder's slumped. "Again? Does Saga not understand that she needs to put a lock on it?"

Ull stood up straight and held up his hands in a gesture of defense. "Do not blame me, she merely sent me to fetch you!"

"Right," sighed Fulla. She had completely forgotten about the two brothers until Thor had squirmed. Fulla realized that she still had her arm around him and she let go. But what to do with them now?

She couldn't leave them with Ull; he would most likely hand them both a sword and tell them to sort it out on their own. And Fulla really didn't want to explain to the All-Father about how the Valkyries had suddenly stopped doing their job of taking the dead who were worthy to Valhalla.

"I have to go with Ull, but I will be back. By the time I return, I will expect you two to have sorted this mess out, else I will get your Mother involved. Understand?"

"Yes, Fulla," both princes chorused in unison.

"Good," she said, and turned to Ull. "Lead the way?" she offered, and he nodded. Together, they rushed out of the courtyard and away from the brothers.

Loki watched them leave, getting up from the ground. He absentmindedly rubbed his jaw, grateful that it didn't hurt as much anymore. He turned his eyes away from where Fulla and Ull had gone and set them on Thor.

For a brief second, they both looked at each other.

Then Thor lunged at Loki, who screamed and ran further into the courtyard. Thor quickly retaliated and chased after his brother.

"Get back here, you twerp!" Thor shouted.

"It was just a joke!" reasoned Loki. "I already said I was sorry!"

"Her hair is brown, Loki! Brown!"

"So beating me will make it golden again?"

"No," Thor admitted, "but it will make me feel better."

Loki ran into the older part of the courtyard. No one came here anymore. The rock and marble was so old that it was starting to decay and fall apart. Loki hid behind a statue of one of the Norns (he could hardly ever tell them apart in context), his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Oh come now, brother," Loki heard Thor say. He wasn't far from his hiding spot and panic rose up in Loki's chest. Why was he always the one who Thor wanted to beat up? "It isn't any fun if you run and hide."

Maybe not fun for you, Loki thought darkly, his panic twisting into anger. I'd like to see you get crushed for once.

Suddenly, a white hot wave of pain hit Loki full-force, starting in his right hand and pulsing outwards. The raven haired boy gasped and whipped out his hand—the top layer of skin was rubbed raw, small whips of smoke rising from his fingertips. And as suddenly as the pain had started, it instantly stopped, now being replaced by a soothing tingling feeling.

"What the—?"

Loki had been so occupied by his hand that he didn't hear the cracking of the stone above. He did, however, hear his brother's cry of pain from the other side of the statue.

"Thor?" Loki asked, hesitantly coming out from behind the stone. His blonde brother was lying on the ground, unconscious, a large chunk of the statue—the head, Loki realized—had crumbled off the statue's neck and had landed on him. "Thor!"

Loki panicked again, rushing over to his brother. His hand still felt oddly tingly but he had completely forgotten about that by now. He knelt down next to Thor, shaking his brother and trying to get him to wake up.

"Oh no, no, please don't be dead," Loki pleaded quietly.

"...L...Loki...," Thor breathed, his eyes opening slightly, revealing little slits of blue.

"Yes, brother? I'm here," Loki replied quickly, leaning down closer to Thor as if he might miss what his brother said if he got too far away.

"...My...leg, Loki..."

"What?" Loki drew back and looked at his brother's limbs; the head of the statue was directly on Thor's left leg. "Oh; hang on." Loki tried to move the rock, but it wouldn't budge.

"Loki," Thor groaned, his voice louder as his consciousness returned. "My leg, Loki."

"I know, but the stone is too heavy! I can't...," Loki trailed off, this time trying to roll the rock. It still didn't move at all, and Loki bit his lip.

"My leg! My leg is on fire, Loki!"

"Master Thor? Master Loki?" Fulla's calls were like an answer to his prayers.

"Over here, Fulla! Hurry!" shouted Loki.

Fulla came rushing around the bend, her long hair whipping out behind her.

"What in the name of the Almighty are you doing over here—Oh good gracious!" Fulla cried when she saw them. She didn't waste any time to stop and ask what happened. Fulla bent down and lifted the stone off of Thor, throwing it aside like it was merely a pebble.

Thor groaned at the relief of pressure, and Loki cringed when he saw his brother's limb. It was bloody and sticking out in an odd angle, clearly broken. Loki only got to look at it for a moment, for Fulla had scooped Thor up and begun to take him back to the palace.

Loki trailed along slowly behind, his eyes returning back to his right hand. He wiggled his fingers; the tingling feeling was gone, and the skin looked normal again. The boy shook it off, but for some reason, he had feeling that he had somehow caused the statue's head to hit Thor.

Thor was in a lot of pain. Well, why shouldn't he be? His leg had been snapped in half, the bone shattered. At least, that is what he overheard Eir telling his Mother. Eir, his Mother's healer, had pretty eyes; that's what Thor's hazy mind had told him. Her eyes were dark blue, like little sapphires. Her hair was light auburn like the cooling embers after a fire.

Thor blinked rapidly as his mind became more conscious of what he was seeing and hearing. He was in his bed, his Mother sitting on the edge, looking down on him with a sad little smile. She ran her fingers through his hair.

"Why is it that your hair can never stay consistent?" asked Frigga, resting her cool hand on his sweaty brow. Thor shut his eyes, wishing away the pain. "How are you feeling?"

"Better than before, I suppose," Thor muttered. His Mother chuckled softly.

"Your leg was crushed underneath that stone," said Frigga, removing her hand.

"As long as you stay off of it for a day, it will heal right up," said Eir, pressing a cold, wet washcloth on his forehead. "My healing spell takes time, and it does not react well with the active subject."

"So I have to stay cooped up in here all day?" asked Thor, opening his eyes and lifting his head.

"Correct," Eir replied.

Thor groaned, letting his head fall back into his pillow.

"A few hours of bed rest won't kill you, young Master," stated Eir, "it might do you well." She backed away from the bed and curtseyed to Frigga. "Now if you excuse me, I must go check on Master Loki." Frigga nodded and Eir stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

Thor had completely forgotten about Loki. Loki, who had been there when he was getting crushed. Loki, who he had been chasing. Loki, who had cut off Sif's hair...Thor sat up, the wet cloth fell into his lap, and suddenly it all came out in a rush.

"Mother, Loki cut off Sif's hair and I—"

Frigga raised her hand, silencing him. "I know," she said simply.

"How can you be so calm?" demanded Thor. "Loki should be flogged and ban from Asgard for what he did to Sif!"

"And remember you got angry and unleashed a lightening storm which destroyed half the city? I did not flog or banish you then."

Thor blushed. "That was different!"

"Not hardly, no." Frigga collected the cloth, folded it multiple times, and placed it in her lap. She looked back at him. "Loki is still young. He doesn't know the differences between right and wrong yet. He looks to you for guidance. You are his brother."

"Well I do not want him to be mine!" said Thor, crossing his arms over his chest. "I hate him!"

"No you don't," said his Mother.

"Yes, I do," Thor insisted.

"No, you don't!" Frigga suddenly shouted. Thor balked, instinctively scooting backwards in his bed to get away from his Mother. He had never seen Frigga loose her temper before. His Mother shut her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Thor swallowed and relaxed once more against his bed and the queen opened her eyes. She smiled faintly and her hand returned to his forehead.

Frigga began smoothing back Thor's hair, and the prince leaned into the touch. "Try to understand that Loki is only just learning about magic. He still doesn't know how to control his yet."

Thor's brow furrowed. "His magic?" Thor repeated. "Are you saying that Loki caused the statue to crumble on me?"

His Mother withdrew her hand and folded them in her lap. "Well he thinks so. He is so overcome with guilt that he won't allow anyone inside his chambers, and Eir really needs to check his wounds." Frigga paused, and than asked, "what do you think?"

"About him causing my injury?" Thor asked, and his Mother nodded in confirmation. "There is no way that someone like Loki could cause that. The courtyard was already falling apart; he didn't do anything but run and try and reason with me."

"Than as soon as you can walk I want you to go apologize."

"But—" Thor started to protest.

"No 'but's," said Frigga, rising from the bed and leaning over to kiss him on his forehead. "Now get some rest."

Thor sighed heavily and agreed, watching his Mother leave. He was supposed to apologize to Loki? Thor didn't know if he could do that. Many times, Loki had apologized to him for things that sometimes he never even did...And most of the times, it was when Thor was beating him up, so that hardly made it heartfelt.

The young prince sighed again and pressed his face into his pillow.

Knock knock knock.

"Please, Master Loki," Eir begged from the other side of his door. Loki only ignored her, burring his face deeper into his pillow. He wondered if he could suffocate himself this way.

"Go away!" he shouted, his voice muffled by the pillow.

He had locked himself inside his room for a day in a half, not allowing anyone else to enter. He didn't want anyone else to enter; he just wished he could curl up on his bed and simply die. His black eye was throbbing, and his guilt was weighing down his shoulders, occasionally causing the illusion of not being able to breathe.

Sif had already forgiven Loki, but he didn't care about Sif. He could never talk to nor see Sif again and he would be fine. Sif didn't like him and he didn't like Sif—it was a sort of unspoken agreement which they had between each other.

Thor was another story. No matter how much Loki avoided him, Thor would always be his brother. Thor probably hated him by now, anyways. Loki didn't know what he did or how he did it, but somehow he just knew that he made that statue's head fall. Thor probably suspected him as well and was already ratting him out to their Mother. Loki half expected Frigga to come barging in, yelling at him for destroying her courtyard. (Even though it was already falling apart, Loki thought.)

Knock knock knock.

"I said go away, Eir!" Loki shouted again, this time lifting his head to yell over his shoulder. He pressed his face into his pillow once more, not hearing the soft open and close of his door. Loki jumped when the spot on his bed dipped down with the weight of his brother. The younger prince took one glance at Thor, misinterpreted a smirk as a scowl, and slammed his head into his pillow again.

"If you keep doing that, you will rip your pillow in half," Thor commented lightly, shifting so that he was lying down next to his brother, his arms underneath his head.

"Why are you here?" asked Loki into the pillow.

"I'm...," Thor hesitated, no knowing exactly how to put it. "I'm here to apologize."

That got Loki's attention. His head snapped up out of his pillow as he locked eyes with his brother. Thor nearly cringed when he saw Loki's black eye, and his ruffled hair seemed to show how many times he had buried and reburied his face inside of his pillows.

"Apologize?" repeated Loki. "For what? I'm the one who cut off Sif's hair and...and I think I knocked over that stone as well. I'm not sure how, but..."

The dark haired boy trailed off, and Thor raised two fingers and prodded the bruised skin right under Loki's eye. The blonde did it gently, yet his brother still winced.

"I'm apologizing for that," said Thor.

"But I deserved it. You said it yourself; Sif still is upset and I probably did make her cry and—"

"Loki," Thor cut off his brother.

"I thought you hated me," Loki concluded softly, his eyes avoiding his brother's.

Thor thought he felt his heart break. Loki looked so small and vulnerable. Thor couldn't help but pull his brother towards him and wrap his arms around Loki in a hug. Loki made no move to pull away, and Thor rested his cheek on top of his brother's head.

"No Loki," said Thor firmly, "I don't hate you. I never have and I never will."

"You promise?" Loki questioned quietly, blinking back tears.

"I promise."

A/n: Question: why can I only finish these stories with them in each other's arms? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? Anyways, I see Frigga as a bit of a perfectionist, so that's why she kinda-sorta freaks out over Thor and Loki's hair. xD lol Awww mini-angsty-Loki is so adorable...