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"Sif!"

The young girl turned to see a certain blonde and his darker haired younger brother run up to her. Both of them had a stupid grin plastered on their faces. The simple sight of the two caused her to laugh. "What do you two want?"

"Do you want to come to the garden and play a game with us?" Loki asked.

Sif shook her head, "Maybe later."

"Why not now?" Thor whined.

"Because I have something to do."

"What do you have to do?" Loki asked.

"I have my art classes to go to." Sif smiled. "I might be able to play after then."

"Art?" Thor gawked. "That's so girly!"

Sif placed her hands on her hips. "It is not! It is an intellectual skill that expected of anyone that is to be taken seriously in the upper class. Personally, I'm impressed that neither of you are taking such classes."

"It is a skill expected of girls not boys."

"It is expected of both sexes!" Sif said hotly. "Male or female, it doesn't matter!"

"Not in any future I see!" Thor boasted.

Sif shot her head at Loki and narrowed her eyes. "Well?"

Loki's eyes widened and shot around the room for several seconds, "Have I missed something expected of me?"

"Who do you agree with?" Sif demanded. "Me or Thor?"

He did not want to get in the middle of such a foolish argument. He was also certain that he would have been in trouble if he chosen a side to agree with. "I think you may be late for your lesson." Loki said sheepishly.

Sif's head snapped to the large clock that hung impressively on the wall. She gasped and darted down the hall. "Who needs her to play in the garden anyway?" Thor asked loudly.

Loki shrugged, "She has a tendency to make the games a little more interesting."

"No she doesn't!" Thor protested.

"Not from what I remember."

Thor glared at his younger brother. "What do you remember, then?"

Loki thought for a moment. He didn't want to tell his brother that it was simply due to the disputes they had. "Don't you remember the time in dining hall where she helped me come up with the idea to make our game?"

"She didn't do that!"

Loki's eyebrows arched upwards. "Are you calling me delusional?"

"I was the one that helped you come up with that idea." Thor grinned.

"No," Loki said flatly, "You were half way across the room when we came up with the idea. You were nowhere near us."

"That's not true!"

"Yes, Brother, it is."

"Well," Thor said, "She's still not needed to play a game!" He twisted in the other direction with his heel. "I'm going back to the garden!"

"I'll wait for Sif."

Thor stopped half way down the hall and sighed. "Fine," He groaned, turning around. "I guess I have no choice but to wait with you."

Loki bit his bottom lip. He didn't want to wait for Sif alone and his brother's change of heart made him really happy. The found the door the Sif had darted in earlier, but it was closed. The boys peered into the window and saw Sif's black hair behind one of the many canvases. The instructor was briskly pacing around the room, waving his arms wildly as he spoke.

"Who's the strange man?" Thor asked.

"I think he's the instructor." Loki replied.

"Why is he waving his arms around like that?"

"I wish I knew."

"Are all Art instructors like that?"

"I hope not." Loki said honestly, "I'm not sure I'd ever walk into an art room if that were the case."

"Me neither."

Both boys sat by the door with their backs against the wall. Time seem travel much like snail that had died in a salty oblivion. They tried to soothe their boredom by watching the clock as entertainment, but the hands' slow movement made their eyes heavy. Much like a snake scavenging the desert, without the slightest sound, they had slipped into the delightful land of Sleep. Loki was the first to open his eyes. He blinked slowly a couple of times as he tried to recollect the past several minutes before he dozed off. He subconsciously stretched, yawning silently. His eyes fell on the clock in front of them and he gasped. "Brother!" Loki hissed as he shook the blonde back into the land of the living.

Thor's head shot up, his eyes quickly flickering open. "What?" Thor gasped, "What happened?"

"We've been asleep for nearly two hours!" Loki said as he stood up, gazing into the class room. "Sif's class could have already ended!"

"Why wouldn't she have woken us up?" Thor asked, "Wouldn't she have seen us sleeping?"

Loki shrugged, "She may have been told not to."

Thor tried to peer into the class room as well. "Is she in there?"

Loki shook his head. "Not that I can see."

"We should go in and look," Thor said, "Just to be certain."

Loki took a step back as Thor reached to push open the door. "I don't think she's in there."

Thor slid his head into the room. "Sif?" He called. Both boys stepped into the room, looking around cautiously. They saw a line of canvases resting on small wooden easels. Each was colored boldly in a variety of styles. "I wonder which one's Sif's."

Loki bent his back downwards and stretched forward to look at the back of the paintings. "They have the names posted on the back."

"I bet hers is the worst looking one." Thor laughed.

Loki slipped behind the paintings, examining each of the names. Loki stopped when he saw the familiar ink signature scrawled on the back. "I found it!"

"Which one is it?" Thor asked.

Loki threw his hand out in front of the painting, waving it violently. "This one!"

Loki could hear Thor's feet stomp closer. "Are you sure this is it?"

"It has to be." Loki said, "Her name's on the back."

"She must have switched it with someone else's." Thor declared.

Loki squeezed between the two paintings and stood next to his brother. He scanned the front of the painting that he had found. "That's really good."

"That's why it's not hers!"

"How does that work?"

"Because there's no possibility that she could be that talented," Thor said, "She must've gotten jealous and switched her name with someone else's."

"There's a chance that she could be that talented." Loki said.

Thor laughed, "I doubt it."

Loki simply rolled his eyes. "If you don't like it, you can either change it or make something better."

"Change it?" Thor smirked.

Loki's eyes widened. "That wouldn't be a wise idea."

Thor walked over to the cans of paint. "Then why did you suggest it?"

"I didn't think you'd choose that option." Loki said. "Making something better would probably guarantee your safety."

"She can't hurt me." The blonde chuckled.

"Is that how you nearly got your arm broken last week?" Loki asked.

"That wasn't her! I told you; I fell!"

"How?"

"I…uh…" Thor hesitated, "I fell. That's all."

"What about that black eye she gave you a couple months back?" Loki asked. "Was that not because of her doing either?"

"No!" Thor shouted, "It wasn't!"

"You do realize I watched her give that to you, right?"

He was grateful that he had his back towards his brother; Thor's face turned a bright shade of red. As a desperate escape from his overpowering embarrassment, he looked at the pile of paint cans that stood before him. One of the more intriguing items was an open can of yellow paint. It was ever so enticing. So taunting. It was laughing. He knew it. Thor looked over his shoulder and stuck his finger in the yellow goop. He couldn't help but let out a small giggle stirred his finger in the thick paint.

"What are you doing?" Loki asked.

"Nothing." Thor said quickly.

Loki walked over to his brother and looked down into the yellow paint can. "That doesn't look like nothing. Why would you stick your finger in the paint?"

Thor smiled as he continued to stir his finger around in the can. Within several seconds, he plunged his hand into the can. "It feels really weird."

"Do you realize how silly you look?" His younger brother asked.

"You only say that because you're afraid." Thor teased.

"I am not." Loki growled. "I just don't want to look stupid."

Thor simply shrugged his shoulders and continued to stir his hand around in the bright yellow paint. Loki looked at his brother, then looked at the paint. "Do you really find the paint that interesting?"

"Yes," Thor grinned.

Loki sighed, rolling up his sleeve and stuck his hand in the yellow paint. He gasped as the cool liquid engulfed his skin. Loki shuddered and giggled at the same time. "Weird."

"I told you." Thor laughed.

Loki's eyes widened as he pulled his hand out of the thick liquid. "What are we going to do with the paint on our hands? We can't just leave like this."

Thor pulled out his hand and looked about the room. "We could make somebody's painting very pretty." Thor smirked.

Loki shot his brother a glare. "Something that won't force Sif to kill us."

"We could use the curtains." Thor suggested.

"Then the teacher would scold us."

"Not unless somebody tells him what we did."

"It wouldn't be that difficult to figure out." Loki mumbled.

"Only if you said anything," Thor growled.

Loki smiled sweetly as he patted his brother on the back with his painted hand. "Of course, Brother, you couldn't be any more correct."

Thor went over to the curtain, but the reflection of a yellow blot on his back caught his eye. His eyes widened as he spun around to examine his back. "What did you do to my back?" Thor gasped.

Loki smirked. "Why, dear brother, I haven't the slightest clue as to what you are talking about."

"You couldn't be any more of a liar!"

"And using the curtain to remove the paint and leaving as though we were never in here was any better?" Loki asked.

"But I have a yellow hand print on my back!" Thor whined.

"It's just good of an option as using the curtain."

Thor walked back over to his brother, scowling. Silently, he picked up the can of yellow paint and dumped it over Loki's head. Loki wiped the paint from his eyes and grabbed a thick tube of paint, opened the cap and squirted it at Thor. Thor dropped his can of yellow paint, opened a can of green paint, scooped a handful of the goopy liquid and threw it across his brother's dark clothing. Loki did the same with a can of white paint.

"I found them!" Sif shouted from the entrance.