As Thor trekked bravely up a tall, snow-covered mountain in Jotunheim, harsh, unforgiving winds whipped as his cold skin, threatening to push him down the steep slope. But, nothing could stop the heir of Odin, so he marched on, carrying the mighty mjolnir in his right hand, and a sharp sword in the other, ready for any of the brutish, stupid Frost Giants that would dare come across their path. He grinned, and turned to Loki, who said-

"Be quiet, Thor!" sighed Loki, throwing a pillow across the room at his big brother's arrogant face. "I'm trying to read here, is it too much to ask that you play somewhere else?"

"But, Loki!" Thor groaned, jumping down from the pile of pillows he was pretending was a mountain, "I want you to play with me, I need my brother to help me slaughter the evil Frost Giants!"

"Really?" said Loki sarcastically, "You've never wanted my help before, this is only because your friends are busy."

"Our fri-"

"No, Thor," He cut across him, "your friends, they don't like me, they think I'm weak and petty compared to you."

Thor sighed, "Loki, that's not true, but even if it was, I don't think those things, and I want you to come on this adventure with me!"

Loki smiled slightly, he loved it when his brother needed his help above all others, "Alright, I'll come if you truly want me to."

Super, super short kid Thor and Loki one-shot, because I was ultra bored this evening :)