No One Said This Was Going To Be Perfect

You Should Read 'The Stupidity of the God of Thunder'

Just to be clear, this chapter takes place on Asgard.

Loki POV

"Well, wasn't that fun," I said as I dramatically flopped on my bed, breathing hard from previously running across the palace. I spread my arms on the bed and smiled at the ceiling, content with how our prank went.

Thor chuckled as he sat down hard in an armchair that I had in my chambers, his tanned forehead glistening with sweat. "It certainly was."

My brother and I had only one class let with our tutors, then we would never have to face that torture again, and in celebration, I had convinced him to help me sneak into the library to shrink the print in our tutor's books so it was unreadable. I didn't need Thor to do that, in fact, it was his loud sneeze that almost got us caught, but it was fun to have him come along, just for the sake of our childhood.

"What did we even accomplish?" Thor asked, his chest rising and falling heavily. I sat up and quirked an eyebrow.

"We shrunk the text in their books. Were you not there?" I said. A loose strand of my hair fell in my face, and I resisted the urge to tuck it behind my ear.

"I was," Thor defended, sitting up straighter. "But I know you, brother. You always plan ahead."

I looked at Thor for a minute, trying to see if I could fool him. After I came to the conclusion that my brother's decision was final, I mumbled, "Fine." I held up my hand, and with a green light, a thick book appeared in it.

Thor studied my hand, as if looking for something else to appear there, and after a moment, he leaned back and sighed.

"Your concealment spells are getting better," he said tiredly, and I felt a pang of anger. As if he knew anything about magic. All he could do was knock out men and make out with Lady Sif. I focused on my studies, while he arrogantly refused to attend. It was no wonder my concealment spells were getting better; I was actually trying.

"What is the book?" My brother asked, perhaps to see if this was all worth it.

"The Stupidity of the God of Thunder. It's quite good, and non-fiction. Would recommend," I responded, smirking.

"Loki," Thor said in an annoyed voice, like if I didn't answer truthfully, he would strike me, which he had done before.

"Giants of Jotunheim and Muspelheim," I admitted. Father had never let me learn about the Frost Giants, or any giants for that matter. He merely said they were monsters, beasts, and fiends, and that I should kill any Frost Giant that comes near me.

"You want to learn about them?" Thor asked, but I didn't give him the satisfaction of a response. "You can study them all you want after they are dead at my feet."

"Must you always speak of violence when the giants are mentioned?" I asked, tilting my head. "Just because some of them fought us in the past doesn't mean they all want to fight. What of the children?"

Thor stood up and walked to the balcony, facing the golden city as he spoke. "But did we have to sneak in? I think by now Heimdall has alerted Father."

"I wasn't aware you could think," I commented, but even as I said this, the doors to my chambers flew in, and an Einherjar guard entered.

"The Great Heimdall requests your presence, Prince Loki," He reported dutifully. Thor and I made eye contact, and he sent me a look of pity. We both knew this would be my death day.

I swung my legs around my side of the bed, tucked my hair behind my ears, and swallowed. I stood up and followed the guard to an Asgardian skiff.

The Einherjar stood at the handle, and as he pushed the handle forward, the skiff shook and I had to take a small step to balance myself.