Loki and I

How I Met Your Unicorn - (S1 E37)

"Where to start?" I laugh lightly, resting the back of my head on the ground once more.

"The beginning would be nice," Loki replies.

"Well then," I sigh in a fake pissed off tone, "That's not very helpful."

He shrugs lightly and does a small 'eheh', "I try."

I clear my throat, then turn to you. "Get ready for some exposition, kids!"

"Who are you talking to?" Loki furrows his brow.

"Forget it," I give him a little smile, "Alright, well...
Ever since I can remember, I've always been... different. And not in a good way, like Twilight. She was different in a good way, because she was my big sister- well, no, not really..."

"What do you mean?" Loki asks.

"Never you mind, Loki," I say between grit teeth. Geez, now I know how he feels. I take a breath and continue, "In the eyes of a little sister... she's amazing. She's a straight A student, and she's really talented with magic. I remember thinking I was going to grow a unicorn horn one day and maybe, just maybe, I could match her in magic," I chuckle lightly at my outrageous childhood dreams.

"Eheh," Loki chuckles, too, "You remind me of Thor sometimes."

"What, big muscles, blonde with a beard?" I joke.

He nods, "Yes, Eheheh..."

"Shut up," I laugh.

"Anyway," he shakes his head, a few hair strands falling into his face, "Continue."

So I do.

"Twilight was one of the bestest friends I had when I was a little filly. And really, one of the only friends. But she was almost always too busy with my step-brother, Shining Armour, or studying for the princess, or at school, the Gifted School of Unicorns. So I was almost always bored. I passed the time by playing pranks and stuff, but I'd get in so much trouble with Celestia."

"You? A prankster?" Loki looks at me suspiciously.

"Uh-huh," I nod sheepishly, "My greatest prank was on the whole Grand Galloping Gala. That's like a big, high society pony event."

"Oh?" Loki says, gesturing for me to continue.

"I sneaked heavy laxatives in the cakes, set pranks like whoopee cushions and dribble glasses..." I sigh happily, "And because I wasn't allowed downstairs on account of being too young and not invited anyway, I just hurled stink bombs and water balloons at the guests outside from balconies."

"You were quite the menace child, then?" Loki chuckles, "I can be a bit of a prankster, too."

"Well, I always drew up blueprints, most of them were planned," I shrug, "It stopped when I baked Celestia's crown into an orange cake, and you know how disgusting orange cake is."

"What happened?" Loki asks.

"She yelled at me," I say bluntly.

**flashback**

I sit there in front of her, flattening my small ears at the loudness of her voice. It's full of anger, the words stabbing themselves into me like a thousand hot needles all at once.

I feel like I'm going to cry. Heck, I know I'm going to cry. I was just having fun, because she wouldn't let me in the first place, so I made it myself.

This is the first time she's every really shouted at me. I mean, I've been scolded for doing pranks before. But not like this...

I feel awful. Like there's a massive tightness in my chest.