Loki gazed out of his chamber window, watching people wander like tiny ants below him. He sighed. The air was fresh and the sky was clear. The day was too perfect to be inside. What made matters worse was that his father had promised him and his brother the day to spend together outside the walls of the castle. He was exited to travel along the shaded trails of the forest and see large body of water of the only lake within miles. But he had to go and seal Thor's book shut for calling him an "underhanded snake". Loki's head perked up when he heard the large metal door scrape across the floor. He saw his blonde haired older brother grinning at the doorway.

"Are you ready to leave?"

The darker haired boy put his back in the nest of his arms. "That is not humorous." He growled.

"Sorry," Thor chuckled, "I forgot you could not go."

Loki sat upright and glared at Thor. "If you came to boast, then you can leave. You won't interest me."

Thor twisted into the other direction quickly.

"Unless," Loki grinned, "You cannot go either."

The blonde stopped and looked over his shoulder. "What makes you say that?"

Loki leaned back, folding his arms. "You would not be here unless you got scolded as well. If you hadn't, you would have already left by now."

Thor turned around and flopped on Loki's bed, sighing. "I was scolded for instigating the situation."

"Serves you right…" Loki grumbled under his breath.

Baby blue eyes gazed above the green bedding. "We could have our own day out."

"How?" Loki asked. "We are to stay in our rooms and there is a guard at each of our doors."

Thor looked at the fishing rod laying next to the door. "We do not have to be outside to have fun."

Loki examined Thor suspiciously. "What are you suggesting?"

Thor jumped out of the bed and grabbed the fishing rod that laid against the door. "We could use this."

Loki stared at the wooden rod. "I do not think I understand."

"And I thought you were the mischievous one." Thor laughed. He bounded off toward the window and cast the hook out into the open.

The dark eyes widened. "What are you doing?" The younger boy asked.

"I am fishing," Thor grinned, "But I am not fishing for fish."

Loki peered out the window, watching the silver hook shimmer as it dangled from a thin thread. "Is it still considered 'fishing' if you are not catching fish?"

Thor tilted his head slightly as he thought. "Perhaps not, but we could still use it to have fun."

"What will you be trying to catch?" Loki asked as he stared at the tiny people scurry across the ground.

Thor scrunched his face, then looked out the window. His blue eyes searched the streets. "The hats."

"Why hats?"

"They look like the easiest to get on the hook."

Loki looked at the hats bobbing up and down. "I guess."

Thor dropped the hook down and waved it around until he was able to knock a hat off of a man's head. Thor pulled the hook up immediately, his cheeks turning bright pink. Loki giggled as the man looked around, picked up his hat, and walked away. "That was more difficult than I thought." Thor said.

"You know what would make this game more interesting?"

"What?"

Loki stood up and went over to his bed side. He grabbed one of the many sheets of paper piled on the desk next to his bed and a pen. "We should make a point system."

Thor groaned. "Why? Numbers are boring."

"No, they aren't." Loki growled. "It'll be interesting. Trust me. We could make it so that every hat we knock off will be worth five points, every hat that we hook will be worth ten points, and every hat that we can bring into the room will be worth twenty points. We should only be able to get one turn each, so every hat we try to get will be one turn. Once we start keeping track, the game will be more fun."

Thor scowled. "No it won't."

Loki thrust the pen and paper at Thor and took the rod. "My turn." Loki lowered the hook steadily and when he touched the edge of a hat, he yanked the hook back up to his room. The hat tumbled off of the man's head. The hat's owner felt the top of his head as he looked around for his missing belonging. He, just like the man before him, picked up his hat and hurried away. "That's five points for me."

Thor scrawled the number down on the paper and traded it for the rod. To Thor's amazement, Loki was right. Once they started keeping track of numbers, Thor found himself becoming increasingly more competitive. It had taken the boys nearly an hour before one of them had actually hooked a hat. Thor glittered with pride as he reeled the hat upwards hastily. Accordingly, the hat fell off of the hook and tumbled away with the wind.

The two boys were able to keep this game up until the sun was sinking in the sky, greedily taking the light with it. Only within a matter of minutes, neither Loki nor Thor could see the street below them. "We can't stop!" Thor protested, "Someone has to win!"

Loki squinted as he tried to see the paved road beneath him. "How can we continue when we can't see anything below us?"

"We can't stop at a draw!"

Loki smirked, gazing at the pile of hats between him and his brother. "We don't have to."

"What are you thinking?" Thor laughed.

"We have about twenty hats between the two of us." Loki said, "We can evenly split them up between the two of us and whoever is able to rid all of their hats the first will be the winner."

"Why do we want to get rid of them?" Thor asked. "Won't it be odd if all of these hats are being thrown out of the window?"

"Probably," Loki said as he knelt down and started dividing the hats. "But I think it would be more odd if we kept the hats. I would find it difficult to explain to Father why we have a bunch of hats that aren't ours."

"True." Thor picked up his pile of hats. The hats they managed to collect were of all shapes and sizes. Some belonged to men and others to women. They stood at the open window and glanced at each other. "Ready?"

Loki nodded.

"Go!"

They both flung their hats out of the window and watched them disappear into the darkness. This had gotten enough of their attention that both boys forgot to keep track of who had been the first to do away with their hats. "Do you think anyone is going to wonder where the hats came from?"

Thor shook his head. "No."

"What if there are people down there?"

"I doubt there's much we can do about it now."

Knocking echoed through the chamber. Odin lifted his head from his book and looked at the door. "What is it?" He asked lazily.

The door slid open and a guard bowed. "Please accept my apologies for interrupting you, but there have been reports of hats floating away to your youngest son's chamber."

"Hats?" Odin repeated, his eyebrows arching into the air.

The guard nodded quickly. "Yes, your highness."

Odin looked over at his wife, who sat beside him working with her needlework. "Should I talk to them now or later?"

Frigga kept her focus on her fingers as she spoke. "Later. They've been in enough trouble for one day. Let them have their fun."