TRICKED THUNDER

Setting: Pre and during 'Thor'.

Disclaimer: Loki, Thor, ecc. don't belong to me, I just write for fun and because I have a crazy mind.

Pairing: Loki&Thor, of course 3

Rating: pg13 so far, it will eventually increase.

Sorry, I'm still without a beta… any after-beta's intervention? ;P

Summary: Sequel of 'Who am I?' . Years went by, even millenniums! Loki and Thor are adults; but the fact that Loki already knows the truth will really change the course of events?

Keep in mind 'Thor' and forget it at the same time!

Prologue:

Around the royal palace there's the most absolute quiet.

It's a warm, spring day and the sun has just peeped out, permeating every foliage of every three, every bank of every river, every blade of grass, every top of every mountain and everything it can reach.

Some rays of fun filter through the chink of a sumptuous, half-closed window, lighting up one of the royal rooms, where there's such a mess that it's not very appropriate to such a high social prince.

There are clothes that are scattered on the floor, some weird objects that maybe hid some dark, magic secret, rolled parchments, which after millenniums turned yellow; piles of books everywhere and some weapons make the best of themselves, on a shelf, mostly there are daggers, his favorite weapons; especially the one that Odin, his father, gave him.

Sure, he'd better not think about what Odin gave to his elder brother, during the same day; a gift that the other does nothing but show, all pompous all around the realm, with futile exhibitions that the younger prince judges only pathetic, ridiculous and in rather bad taste.

And he's not the only one who thinks so.

Everything is silent in that room, save a ghostly breath, barely hearable; and a ragged rustle of paper, depending on how much the pages catch the reader's interest and how long it takes his to flip through the next pages.

It's early seven o' clock in the morning, but Loki is already awake, resting his head on the big four-poster bed's head, with golden and green drapes, which are his favorite colors.

A huge tome is set on his lap.

It's a book of history of Magic, a subject that the young prince excels in; since he constantly tries hard, with the same excitement and the same passion that Thor and his friend dedicate to the warrior activities, which they are extremely good at.

To Loki is not enough to learn how to perform a spell, no matter how hard it is or how easily he can do that.

No. He has always wanted to understand the reason why of everything, getting to the bottom and scraping every part of it; because maybe knowledge is the most powerful weapon that has ever existed.

That's why he's devouring that book, with his eyes eager to know.

He has always been spurred on a lively curiosity, since he was a child; now that he's adult things have not changed, quite the contrary, they've just amplified.

Loki is utterly engrossed in reading how one of the first wizards who have ever crossed the Asgardian ground managed to perform a very difficult spell; when someone knocks at his door.

A little unwilling to stop that fascinating reading, Loki snorts in disappointment, closes the tome, putting it on the mattress and gets up, heading towards the door.

He doesn't even have the time to put the handle down, because a vigorous and push at the door dashes him away.

Loki lands on the bed, but unfortunately to him, on the less soft spot, since he's fallen just on the now closed tome, making friends with its not so gentle edges.

As he whines in pain, emanating a lenitive light from his hand to heal his bruises and swelling, Thor makes his triumphal entry.

"Brother! You grow punier and punier, day by day!" the blond makes fun of him, reaching him with large steps.

"No, it's you who grow ruder and ruder, day by day, brother!" Loki strikes back, glaring at him. "If father hadn't already told me, I would have figured out on my own that I'm adopted!" he adds with a grumble.

Thor immediately loses his cocky grin and stares at the other with a hurt expression.

"You shouldn't talk like this…"

"I can't ever joke with you!" the brunet chuckles, throwing his pillow at the blond, playfully, bringing the smile back on his face.

"What do you want?" Loki asks him harshly, getting up from the bed again and reaching his brother. "But mostly why are you already up? Usually no one sees you around before midday!" he makes him notice.

"I can't sleep, I'm too agitated!" the mighty, blond god justifies.

"It's because of the coronation, isn't it?" the insightful, brunet god figures out.

Thor nods.

"But it's next week! Brother, I haven't seen you so thrilled since when you received the Mjolnir from father… in that occasion you haven't slept for three nights and three days straight; which is time that you have spent boring me, testing the strength of your damn hammer!" the younger guy reminds at him, annoyed by the memory of that despicable abuse.

"Well, I had to test it with someone!" Thor justifies, with the most innocent face he can show, but, of course, it's not convincing.

"I'm flattered for being always in your thoughts, brother!" Loki rolls his eyes.

"You always experiment with me your energetic waves; I guess we're even!" Thor retorts.

"Okay, but you haven't told me yet why you're here." Loki insists, as he goes back to his bed and opens his books, searching for the last page he was reading.

"It's simple. I want a party!" the blond explains, sitting on the bed with him.

"What? Excuse me, but you're going to have a majestic party when you're crowned as king!" the brunet points out.

"But I want a party before that party. And you will set it for me, in two days!" Thor declares.

"WHAT? No damn way! Why should I do such a thing?" Loki protests.

Thor smirks in challenge.

"Because it's your king who orders you to do that!" he sentences with a braggart laughter.

"Until the day of coronation comes; you can order how much as you please, but you're not but words!" the younger god objects, putting the tome back on his lap. "And now leave me at my reading!"

"No, Loki, think 'bout it... we will have fun!" Thor asserts, placing a hand on Loki's book.

"You will have fun. You, those bunch of gross boors who surround you and the simpering girl who's always stuck to you and pretends to play the warrior!" Loki mutters.

Although they all had good purposes and intentions when they were kid; growing up, they resumed being in bad terms again.

"That's the point. See that as a chance to put you in a favourable light!" Thor exhorts him.

Loki glares at him in rage.

"I don't have to put myself in a favourable light with any-bloody-one! Now go away!" he hisses, moving away the blond's hand, rudely.

"But, Loki..."

"I said no!" the other repeats, impassable.

Thor pretends to give in and leaving the room, but then he assaults his brother, trying to snatch the tome away from his hands.

"If you go on spending so much time on books, you'll become a book as well!" he teases him, as his proverbial strength allows him to come off better and take possession of that book that's so precious to his brother.

"Give it back to me!" Loki growls, hurling to him, but Thor dodges him in time, moving to the middle of the room.

"You'll have it back only after doing what I asked to you!" Thor sneers, having the certainty that he's dominating him.

"Okay, brother." Loki murmurs, remissive, bowing his head. "You just asked for it!" he sneers, sadistic.

It's just a matter of fragments of a second. Thor sees blue skin, red eyes, a flash of baby blue light, intense, that hits him... and then nothing more.

The book has fallen from his hands and Loki grabs it before he falls ruinously on the floor; and with his plunder he sits on the bed.

"Finally, some quiet!" he smiles at himself, as he goes on reading.

/

Bit by bit, all the palace awakes, included the queen, who walks around her son's rooms, as usual.

She's bewildered when she doesn't find; after all it's eight in the morning, he should be supposed to sleep.

However, her doubts cease to exist as soon as she opens the door of her younger son, since it's not locked.

"Good morning, my dea.. ." she stops herself, as soon as she focalizes her view.

Loki lays on the bed, placid, engrossed in his reading, while in the middle of the room there's a big block of ice, which begins to drip.

"Loki! Again?" his mother questions him, putting her hands on her hips.

"Yep, again. The circumstances required such drastic methods!" Loki justifies, raising his gaze from the book.

"It's already the fifth time in this millennium that it happens!" the queen goes on, still with a blaming tone.

"It's a very good average frequency, don't you think so?" her son chuckles impudently.

"Loki!" Frigg reproaches him, with a more severe attitude.

She hates reprimanding her sons, she mostly hates reprimanding Loki, but the circumstances require that.

Loki gets up from the bed, placing the tome on the floor.

"I apologize to you, I acted impulsively and I shouldn't have." he admits his faults. "However, mother, please, tell your elder soon to cool off; so I won't be forced to resort to the bad banners!" he adds, immediately after.

"I know that Thor can be way to impetuous sometimes; but that doesn't justify your obnoxious behaviour!" she strikes back.

"Well, just give him half an hour and he will melt; he just needs to go to the Healing room and he will be as good as new! In a certain sense I offered him a toughen-warrior-treatment!" Loki informs her, winking, making her smile.

After all, his silver tongue has always got him out of trouble.

Frigg stares at him silently, waiting for something.

"Yes, it will be my care to take him to the Healing room and assure myself that he recovers properly!" Loki asserts, solemnly.

"This is the way I like you!" she smiles benevolent at him, caressing his black hair.

/

"!" Thor roars, as soon as he fully recovers.

The only answer that he receives it's Loki who runs away from the Healing room, laughing, while Thor chases him.

With ages, things changed and now, maybe thanks to his slender constitution, Loki is the faster runner.

"You must quit it!" the blond yells, running after him, through the corridors.

"Geez, you always complain! This time it was even a lower voltage than usual!" Loki turns to him, without stopping his run.

"This time no one will save you from my Mjolnir!" Thor threatens him, as he calls his trustful hammer to himself.

"First, you have to catch me!" the brunet challenges him, turning on a column; from which two Loki come out, taking two opposite directions.

It's one of his most spectacular magic; as a matter of fact Thor is caught off guard and chooses to chase only one, the fake Loki, but he can't know that.

Slowing his pace, the real Loki heads towards the royal room; where he finds his parents sitting on their thrones.

"Well, while Thor runs though half Asgard, chasing my illusion; if you agree I would like to go back to my room!" Loki proclaims, with the required politeness.

"Not so quick, Loki!" the king's voice makes him jolt. "I know what happened this morning!" he warns him.

"I suppose that mother told you!" the soon figures out.

"My son, I don't want you to go anymore in the Weapons' room to take that casket without my permission!" he summons the brunet, peremptory.

Loki faces his look, bravely.

"Father, I don't go to that room, I simply can call that casket to myself." Loki strikes back. "It's almost as if it was mine." he adds.

"No, it's not!" Odin roars enraged, getting up from his throne.

Loki doesn't show any sign of weakness.

"Partially it is!" the young god insists.

Frigg can feel the tension between them grow and decides to intervene.

"I find equal that also Loki can have his favoured weapon." she sentences, calm. "Just like Thor has the Mjolnir and he never separates from it, not even for a minute!" she rolls her eyes, smirking at Loki in understanding.

"Loki already has the dagger that I gave to him!" Odin points out.

"You know better than me that such a simple weapon can't be compared to the legendary hammer!" Frigg insists lively, glaring at her husband. "I take the charge of it." she guarantees, serious as ever.

"So be it!" Odin gives in, exasperated. "But, Loki, don't take too much advantage of that!" he summons his son.

"Well, it depends on how much Thor will annoy me!" Loki giggles, but he realises that he'd better show more dignity, judging by the glare of his parents. "It won't happen. Thank you, father, and thank you, mother!" the brunet smiles, bowing to them with reverence, before going to his room.

"Frigg, why did you make me do something so reckless?" Odin reproaches her, once they're alone.

"Loki is not Laufey." is his consort's simple and eloquent answer. "I know how dangerous and destructive such a weapon can be; but Loki didn't comprehend the huge power of that casket; or rather, considering his astonishing intelligence, it's more plausible that he has already comprehended that, but he doesn't care at all, because in his heart there's no room for ambition; which makes him worthy of owning such a tool." she asserts with conviction.

"Besides, he mostly uses it as a sort of toy to annoy Thor!" she adds, with an amused smirk. "That's why I think that we have nothing to fear." she repeats, now serious again.

"Your belief is mine, too, my darling!" Odin smiles at her, taking the back oh her hand and bringing it to his mouth.

She smiles back, but then she darkens her face.

"Besides, my king, this will make him feel treated more like Thor, as equals; if we give him the same responsibilities and recognize the same importance to him; which is something that you often forget to do. If things go on like this, I'm afraid that this could push him away from us." she explains, with a shadow of concern darkening her face.

"We won't ever make such an unforgivable mistake!" Odin assures her, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

"Oh, my darling, what's about those times when they got so along and they never separated from each other?" Frigg wonders, abandoning herself in his embrace.

"Well, it's simple, my precious: they've grown up!" the all god's father chuckles.

In that moment, from afar Thor appears, still engrossed in chasing Loki's illusion.

"Are you really sure that he's ready to become a king?" Frigg wonders, doubtful, as soon as their elder son disappears.

Odin grumbles unintelligibly, as he caresses his beard.

"Sometimes I wonder the same!"

TBC

A little note: I take this cue from the movie, when Loki freezes Heimdal; to prove the fact that that casket is not always a lethal weapon, it depends by its use (also in the movie it makes me think that actually Loki didn't want to kill the guardian).

I just hope this story will catch your interest and curiosity, because lots of stuff is going to happen ^^

Feel free to tell me everything, of course. Thanks for your time

goodnight!

p.s. To the ones who follows 'Expecting Something Unexpected', just give me a couple of days and I'll update it, too ^^

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