They're about the same age as in the beginning of Thor. Maybe 5-7 yrs?
Eventually there will be more of a story here, sort of. Right now the "episodes" are a little more like a collage. Promise that's not the plan for much longer.
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Thor was a good boy, strong, with a fair following among the others of his age. He stood out, with his height and his fair hair. He was well-skilled, advanced in his training, and what was more, the boy knew it. He swaggered through the palace and ordered the servants about like he was any great lord. He over-stepped his place. But, as Frigga was ever to remind him, he was young, yet. And Odin set his growing frustration with the boy aside.
If ever the boy would be still and silent a moment to take instruction, there might be something Odin could do about it. But Thor was neither still nor quiet, even when he slept.
Loki followed him about like a worshipping little shadow. He was smaller than his brother and more quiet. He was a bit behind the others of his age, because he was often sick. Eir was confounded.
Frigga had fretted to distraction over his health in those first, precarious years. But Odin had told her that illnesses were not alike across realms. In the womb, a child was prepared for the illnesses that preyed on their kind, and further, after birth, a child was strengthened by its mother's milk. Loki hadn't the advantage of an Asgardian mother, and only briefly a wetnurse. And a wetnurse was decidedly inferior to a child's own mother. The mother's milk would be tailored to the environment and to the child, where a wetnurse's couldn't be. He lacked the extra aid such preparations for the worlds could give him, but he was strong. He would learn to protect himself from the illnesses of their realm. He would grow stronger by it.
That had calmed her somewhat. She sat by the boy's bedside and she sang to him or told him stories. And soon enough, the boy would be back on his feet, recovering his place in his training with an impressive speed, though he was behind his peers, and he did not enjoy the exercises as many of them did. He preferred to read with his mother, or to wander the gardens with a lost expression in his green eyes, as though his mind were far away. He did not speak much. Frigga laughed at Odin when he expressed concern over it. Loki was rarely quiet, she told him, when left alone with Thor or with her.
Loki spared little love for those children who were nearer his own age, preferring above all else the company of his brother. The two got on quiet well, when they were not at one another's throats. From what little he saw, Odin did not know which situation was worse. They vied one against the other who might make the most noise or cause the most damage to the palace.
They were brothers. It was as it should be.
Odin did not go often anymore to the dark places for knowledge. The voices there had told him much. There was little, he felt, that was not clear to him with the wisdom afforded by his missing eye, his throne, and his all-seeing guardian. As AllFather and king, his rule was absolute. He was no longer called to bow to the warmongering of his father. The Realms were at peace. The people of his own realm were contented. The City sparkled in the light of a clear sun.
The Realm Eternal was finally at peace.
It was as it should be.
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If you really like things chronological, and you've been reading all these updates with those of 'A Little More' as I published them, then there's one more update of 'A Little More' (chapter 9) (tomorrow) and then I think the first…8…chapters of 'In the End'. ;)