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Chapter One: Thor's Ceremony

Thor's Room:

Thor was excited. Today was the day that he received his title. Once a citizen of Asgard turned ten (in human years), he or she went to the castle to receive their godly title. Only certain Asgardians were born to be the god or goddess of something. Frigga was the goddess of beauty, love, and marriage. Odin was the god of war, sky, and wisdom. Sif was the goddess of harvest. Fandral, Volstagg, and Hogun were not born with any magical gifts, so they couldn't receive a godly title. Instead, Fandral was named Fandral the Dashing, Volstagg was named Volstagg the Voluminous, and Hogun was Hogun the Grim. Loki had yet to receive his title.

Thor took a bath, combed his hair, and changed into his nicest clothes. He then waited until a guard called his name.

Loki's Room:

Loki was also getting ready for Thor's ceremony. He had already taken a bath and combed his jet-black hair. He picked out a green tunic and black pants. After he laced up his boots, he headed over to Thor's room. He was a bit jealous of his older brother, but he knew it would be his turn in three years. Loki knocked on Thor's door.

"Whose is is?" Thor asked.

"Its me, Loki," Loki replied.

Thor opened the door. "Hello! Are you here to wish me luck?"

"You do not need luck at this ceremony. I've come to see if you are clean and ready, since you tend to be a mess and mother is too busy getting ready to help you."

"I am not always a mess, brother!" Thor almost shouted.

"Just most of the time," Loki retorted with a sly smile.

Thor sighed and shook his head. Loki was right most of the time, and that annoyed him, but he wouldn't get in a fight with his brother right before one the most important days of his life.

"What do you think my title shall be?" Thor asked, changing the subject.

"You will probably be the god of messy rooms and anything reckless," Loki laughed and ran out the room once he saw Thor's glare. "See you soon, brother!" he called down the hall.

Thor sighed again and smoothed down his hair. He was ready to close his door when he heard guard calling his name

"Your highness! Your presence is demanded in the ceremonial hall."

It was time.

Ceremonial Hall

Thor walked into the the hall and up to where his parents were. He tried to not looking at what seemed like everyone in Asgard. He focused on his parents as he walked down the center aisle. He was nervous, though he will never admit that to Loki. Thor knelt at the foot of the stairs. Thor's mother, Frigga, was standing on the top step to his left. She smiled at him. Loki was a step below her. The brothers shared a grin. Sif was a step below Loki. To Thor's right, Fandral was on the top, than Hogun, than Volstagg. Odin was sitting on a throne in the middle. He rose and tapped his staff gently on the floor, signaling for silence.

"Thor Odinson, you have become the age to receive your title. Though you may be ready in body, are you ready in spirit?" Odin questioned

"I am!" Thor responded.

Odin nodded and continued. "Then, as king of Asgard, I hereby declare you as the God of Thunder!"

Thor stood up and Odin places his hands on his shoulders. "Do you accept this title, for you shall be forever known by this."

"I do." Thor responded.

Odin beckoned for Thor to face the people. "Thor Odinson! The God of Thunder!"

"Thor Odinson! The God of Thunder!" the people repeated Thor's names over and over again. The crowd stood up and cheered.

Thor beamed and turned red from all the attention he was getting. Loki smiled at his brother, with a twinge of jealousy. Frigga glided down the stairs to join her husband and son, as was the custom.

"We spent a long time thinking of the perfect title for you. It suits you well," Frigga whispered to Thor. The parents of a child receiving his or her title met with the king and queen before the ceremony to choose their child's title.

"Thank you. I like it very much," Thor smiled back at him.

Banquet/Festivties Hall

It was a great feast. The sound of music and laughter could be heard for miles. There was plenty of food for everyone to eat until they were full. The dining hall was a huge room, built to house thousands of people at one time. There were several, very long tables lined up in rows. The royal family and their advisors sat at their own table.

Thor grinned from where he sat between Loki and Sif. After Odin made another speech, everyone dug into the good food. Thor started wolfing down his food until Loki told him to stop.

"You are going to choke on something if you continue eating like that. You have a fork and knife for a reason," Loki scolded Thor. "Use your manners, too. You are prince, so eat nicer."

Thor looked out at everyone. Most people were also wolfing down their food. Some children were also throwing food into each other's mouths.

Thor turned back to Loki. His younger brother was cutting his meat into small pieces before taking a bite. Loki always used his manners, except when he was back-talking to someone (mostly to Odin), when he made sassy and sarcastic remarks, and when he used his very famous silver-tongue to get out of trouble. Thor usually ignored using his manners and staying neat and organized.

"Would you like some mead, beer, or wine?" a servant asked the brothers.

"I'll have some beer," Thor replied.

"I'll just have some wine," Loki responded. All alcoholic drinks, except wine made Loki sick, which was strange because Asgardians drank a lot. They started drinking at an early age, but Asgardians hardly ever got drunk.

Soon, the dishes were cleared and everyone moved to the ballrooms. The castle had ten ballrooms all close together, plus one on the other side of the castle.

"Come, brother! Let us dance the night away!" Thor dragged Loki by his arm to one of the ballrooms.

"Let go! Do you even know your own strength?!" Loki pulled away from Thor.

"I do, but let us find a young maiden to dance with!" Thor boomed and headed into the middle of the ballroom, not noticing Loki slipping away.

While his brother drank and danced, Loki ran to the library. He never really cared for celebrations. All people did was play the music way too loud and got drunk. Loki preferred the quietness of the library and the comforting smell of ancient and new books. Loki climbed one of the bookshelves, which reached almost the the ceiling, (The ceiling was really high up) and hid in a hole in the wall. Loki was in the middle of the learning about Midgardian dinosaurs when the library doors flew open.

"Brother! Are you in here?!" Thor shouted, making Loki jump.

Getting no reply, Thor shouted again, "Mother says it is time for bed. She said she tell us a story if you get ready for bed in the next half hour."

With that, Loki scurried out his hiding place, down the bookshelf (he jumped when he was three-fourths of the way down), and sprinted to his room. He just couldn't miss his mother's stories. She was such a good story-teller. Thor usually fell asleep halfway through, but Loki usually begged his mother for another story.

Thor followed his younger brother and got ready for bed too. He barged into Loki's room and sat on his bed to wait for Loki to come out. Loki came out his bathing room and was half startled and half angry at finding Thor sitting on his bed.

"What if I wasn't properly dressed, Thor?" Loki questioned.

"We took baths together when we were younger, Loki. I wouldn't be phased about finding you indecent," Thor responded.

Loki rolled his eyes and huffed, "Still you could have waited in your room until I was ready. And what did I say about knocking?!"

Thor opened his mouth speak, but was interrupted by a soft knocking at the door.

"Loki, is Thor in there with you? Are you both ready for a story?" their mother asked.

"Yes! We are ready for any story that you have!" Thor jumped up and opened the door.

Frigga smiled at him, "How's my little god of thunder?"

"I am great!" Thor responded and jumped onto Loki's bed.

"How is my perfect little sorcerer?" Frigga asked Loki.

"I am fine, mother," Loki answered.

"I noticed that you left in the middle of the dancing," Frigga commented and sat on the edge of his bed.

"I wanted to read instead," Loki responded.

"I don't see why you would rather read than celebrate," Thor said.

"Because reading actually makes you smarter and is better for you," Loki retorted. "Besides, reading is fun."

"Reading is boring. All you do is stare at a bunch of tiny words."

"Reading takes you to places that you cannot go in real life."

Thor was going to reply, but was cut off by Frigga. "Do you boys want to hear a story or go to bed?"

"Story!" the brothers shouted at the same time.

"Good, that's what I thought," Frigga smiled. "Do you want to hear the one about the time that your father defeated Surtur or the one about a young maiden who finds her true love?"

"We haven't heard the one with the maiden and the prince," Loki said.

"Very well, what do you think Thor?"

"Whatever Loki wants, even though the one with father defeating Surtur is amazing!"

Frigga laughed. The boys snuggled beneath the blankets and looked up at their mother. She began:

"Once upon a time, in the land far away, there lived a young maiden. Her name was Rosaline. Rosaline was very beautiful, so beautiful in fact, that almost all of the other young maidens were jealous of her. All the young men followed Rosaline wherever she went. Rosaline's parents told Rosaline that she had to find a young man to marry; but with so many to choose from, it was an impossible task. She would spend most of her time looking for a man with talents, good traits, and money to marry. Eventually, she gave up.

'How am I supposed to find a man worthy enough to marry? All these men are great. I might just remain unmarried,' Rosaline cried to her pet cat.

One day, when Rosaline took her cat to go hunting for flowers, the cat ran off. Rosaline followed him until she reached a vast lake. Her cat jumped onto a rock and sat there.

'Oh, do please come back,' Rosaline pleaded.

The cat shook its head and spoke, 'I will come back and help you find the perfect man if you help me.'

Rosaline, whom was very surprised that her cat was speaking, just stared at him.

'My lady, did you not hear me? I will solve your problems if you help me in return,' the cat spoke again.

'I will help you if you help me find a man worthy enough to be my husband,' Rosaline replied.

'Very well. I have become separated from my family, who lives in the across this lake. I require assistance to cross this lake. I cannot swim and I have no knowledge of how to row a boat. Only you can help me.'

'I will help you, but please tell me when we will leave.'

'We will leave right now,' the cat answered and jumped back onto the shore. 'There is a boat by the big maple tree. We will use that to get across.'

'Right now? But, I have to tell my parents and…'

'Do you want to find a husband?' the cat interrupted.

'Yes, but…'

'Then we shall leave this moment.'

Rosaline pulled the boat out too the shore and climbed in. The cat jumped in and sat in the front of the boat. Rosaline started rowing, but being beautiful also meant that her parents let her get of doing chores and anything that could ruin her beauty. She didn't get very far and eventually fell asleep.

The cat looked over at her and sighed. He would never find a worthy wife at this rate. All of the other women who tried to row him over fell asleep too. He padded up too Rosaline and nudged her. She woke up instantly.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep. Did I miss anything?" she asked.

"No, please continue rowing, we're almost there," the cat replied.

Rosaline grabbed the oars and started rowing with new-found energy. It wasn't soon until the two reached the island.

The cat leap out of the boat and Rosaline clambered out after him.

"Where are we headed?" Rosaline asked.

"Through this forest and over the mountains," the cat replied and walked straight into the forest. Rosaline gulped and followed him.

It took several weeks for the two to cross the forest and mountains. Rosaline felt herself becoming attached to the strange cat.

After a short break, the cat stood up and shook himself off.

"We are about to face a great danger. Giants live between here and my home. The survive, we must work together," the cat announced. "Are you ready?"

"Um, sure?" Rosaline really didn't want too die.

The cat ran down the hill and walked into a clearing. All of a sudden, the giants emerged from the mountains and surrounded him. Rosaline backed up and hide behind a rock. She watched as the cat was surrounded and tackled.

"No!" Rosaline cried as the giants crushed him, instantly killing him. She ran down and held the cat in her arms. "Please, please breath for me. Please. I-I love you."

A stream of tears fell down her face. One landed on the cat's chest. Suddenly the cat began to glow. The giants shimmered and crumbled into dust. Rosaline gasped as she felt a soft, gentle hand stroking her hair. She looked up too see a handsome prince smiling down at her.

"Everything will be alright," he assured and kissed her.

Rosaline and the prince went to his castle, got married, and lived happily ever after, knowing that they found their true love."

After Frigga finished her tale, she smiled down at her sons. Thor had his arm around Loki and Loki was snuggled up tight to his older brother. She kissed the sleeping boys on the forehead, put out the lamp, and closed the door.

How was it so far? Please review and tell me your thoughts.

I had to do some research for the titles for Odin, Frigga, Sif, and the Warriors Three. During the process of writing this story, I found out that the Warriors Three were made by Marvel, and not from Norse Mythology. *Insert shocked face here* Anyways, thank you for reading and don't forget to review. :-)