A/N: This one is for my sister, vamp. It'll be from her POV. This should be interesting, trying to think like my sister. She read it over my shoulder while I was writing the rant at the end, so that part is accurate at the very least. I'm only writing one more chapter after this (unless I get a really good idea.) Enjoy. Review. Make my day. A shout out to all who already have! You know who you are, and you're all awesome.

*Nicole's POV*

I woke up fairly early the day after what I shall hereafter call the "Izzy Debacle". I walked out into the living room to go eat my breakfast, and get ready for Thor and Loki to wake up. Leah, of course, was still in bed, and probably wouldn't be up for another hour or so.

"Excuse me, Nicole? Could I have some breakfast too, if it's not too much trouble?" Loki asked. I spun around. I hadn't heard him come up the stairs from the basement bedroom.

"Good grief, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I asked. He looked almost penitent. Good. He was catching on.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." I nodded, and poured myself a bowl of cereal.

"Here." I said, holding the box out to him. He took it and stared at it for a moment. He shrugged and poured himself some too. We sat down at the table, and ate in silence. Finally, he spoke up.

"There's something I don't get." I glanced up from my bowl.

"What? Is there something about eating cereal that's too complicated for you?" Loki smiled.

"No it's not that. It's about you. You are the only person who hasn't attempted to kidnap or torment me." I thought about it for a second.

"Well, maybe it's because I like Thor better than you." Loki's face fell.

"How many times I've heard that one before…About par for the course…" he muttered stormily. I backpedaled.

"He's one of the coolest good guys."

"All right, that's a given. So, why haven't you tried to kidnap or torture him?"

"Well, for one thing, he's already taken."

"Ah yes, the mortal woman."

"Jane. Yes. I'd really hate to mess that up. They make a really cute couple, you have to admit…" Loki shrugged, digging into his cereal.

"I suppose there is that. So, why doesn't Leah attempt to torture me?"

"She knows about Sigyn, and so do I. That dynamic the two of you have is quite lovely. Her fidelity, and your chaos, it's very sweet. She'd hate to ruin it." Loki set his spoon down, a little nostalgic, thinking of his friend.

"How did you know about Sigyn?" he asked quietly. I shrugged.

"We read. It's really not that complicated. We can be realistic and be a fangirl all at the same time." Loki laughed.

"Finally, a sensible person! Now if only you could get Izzy to see it that way…" I laughed.

"Right. I've already tried that. As you saw yesterday, it didn't work so well."

"I suppose you're onto something there…" I nodded.

"Yeah. But I promise you, we're not sending you back to her…"

"Thank you!"

"…Unless you give me a reason." The horrified stare was almost too funny. "I'm kidding, Loki." He glared at me, but I could see the smile lurking beneath.

"Very funny, Nicole." He stood up and put his bowl in the sink. "So, on your list of favorite villains, where would I fall?" I smiled.

"You're pretty close to the top. I mean, villains don't have much to work with. You all play with the same basic formula:

Emotional scarring + Sibling rivalry + paternal disapproval = Plan to rule the world.

And look where it gets you…But still, you bring something to it, and it doesn't seem as cliché. And you've got that whole redeemability thing working for you." He seemed satisfied with that response.

"So…now what?" He sat down on the couch. I put the dishes in the dishwasher, trying to think of what to do.

"We find a way to send you home. I've been thinking about it for a while, and I've got a few ideas." He glanced up, interested.

"So, do you care to share?"

"We'll need you to use magic, and I want to know if I can trust you not to do something stupid."

"Me? Do something stupid? I beg your pardon!" I gave him THE LOOK. Apparently, it works on demigods as well as irritating older sisters.

"Yes, you do stupid stuff! At the end of the movie, you're the idiot who took a running leap towards the broken edge of the bridge…what's it called again?"

"The Bifrost…"

"YES! The Bifrost! Your brother and father caught you, but then you threw that chance away, and you let go! WHY? Show a little gratitude! They wanted to save your life, but noooo, you had to go and pull a Gandalf and fall into the abyss." Loki looked a little taken aback by my verbosity. I was not finished yet. And he knew it.

"Yeah, life sucks sometimes, and you don't always get the recognition you're looking for, but you put on your big boy pants and deal with it! You have a brother who loves you, your father took you from a terrible situation and raised you as his own, and your mother loves you just as much as she loves Thor. What more do you want? Don't even get me started on the fangirls…"

"I've met them." I narrowed my eyes.

"Did you seriously just reference the movie?"

"Yes. Shamelessly." He replied smugly.

"Nicely done, but I'm still not finished with you." Loki rolled his eyes.

"Oh joy…"

"Hey, only I'm allowed to be sarcastic in this establishment. Watch it or I'm sending you back to Izzy."

"Yes milady."

"I'm still sensing sarcasm."

"No, I was being sincere." He said grinning.

"You are incapable of sincerity." I said, giving a crappy imitation of Thor's accent. He gave me a freaked out look.

"You actually watched the deleted scenes?"

"Yes. What can I say?"

"What kind of freak are you?"

"One of a kind. And at least I don't turn into a Smurf whenever I come in contact with something cold."

"Actually, I only resume my Jotun form when I touch the Casket of Ancient Winters, or when I feel like it."

"Whatever. I'm mocking you. You're the god of mischief, you should be used to this sort of thing."

"Actually, no. I'm not."

"Pfff. Get used to it."

"But I don't want to!" he whined. I raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously, it doesn't work for the kids I babysit; it won't work when you try it. You'll just have to get used to it. Now where was I?" Loki smiled.

"Something about me feeling unloved." I nodded.

"Ah yes, thank you." I took a deep breath. "What I'm trying to say is, if you could just get over yourself, and accept your place as a younger sibling, things would be so much easier."

"But it's so much more fun this way…"

"Fun? You call getting everything all messed up 'fun'? Toying with people's minds and breaking the hearts of millions of fangirls is fun to you?"

"Well, yes…"

"You're an idiot."

"That burns."

"It should." I watched him get up and walk down the stairs to the spare bedroom. Thor came up a few minutes later, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Lady Nicole, what did you do to my brother?" I got an uneasy feeling in my gut.

"Why? What happened?"

"He apologized to me for everything." I bit my lip.

"Really?"

"Yes, then he gave me a hug and went to sulk in the corner."

"Wow. I didn't know that I could do that…"

"Well, you can. I may bring him back here, if he has a relapse into his evil tendencies."

"Ummm, that was a one time deal. Just threaten to bring him back here, and I think it will be enough." Thor nodded, searching the kitchen cabinets for the poptarts he'd seen me put away yesterday. I turned around when I heard Leah get up. She glanced around.

"What'd I miss?" I shrugged.

"Nothing."