"Brother!!!"
Loki cringed when he heard the thunder god's loud voice boom from the opposite end of the corridor. He remained in the darkest corner of the library, reading one of the most ancient of magic books. Oh, how the trickster loved sorcery. He was the best magician in the 9 realms for sure.
"Looookkkiiii!" Thor called, stretching out the silver-tongue's name. He strode into the library, already knowing that Loki was amongst the darkest books. Why Loki loved this magic, Thor did not know. He merely wished for his brother to join in the delight of battle.
When he rounded the corner of the last bookshelf, he spotted the mischievous, dark haired man sitting in a leather chair in the corner. "There you are, brother. Come, you need to practice with the Warriors Three and I." he said, smiling broadly. Loki lifted his emerald gaze to meet Thor's sky blue one.
Not a word escaped Loki's thin lips.
"Brother? Is something the matter?" Thor asked, head tilted to the left in confusion.
Loki placed a marker on the page he was currently on, then swiftly shut the thick book. Dust puffed out out of the pages as it closed, slightly billowing around Loki's long, slender hands and the book. "Why no, dearest Thor. Why in Vallhalla would something be the matter?" he asked in a slightly sarcastic tone.
It didn't register as sarcasm in Thor's puny brain.
Thor shrugged his muscular shoulders. "I just supposed you were ill. You seem terribly pale."
"Thanks for noticing..." Loki grumbled.
Honestly, Loki was not fine. He had been starving himself, which he did anyway. He was pale. He hated to see the light. Extreme heat made him break into a high fever and begin sweating and trembling like a leaf in the wind that was barely attached to it's branch. He had dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, and he was drained of energy because he had been experimenting with magic so much.
Of course though, he was already different than his family. All of them had light hair and blue eyes and fair skin, while Loki had raven-black hair and green eyes, and was naturally pale and cold natured. He was the only one besides the All-Father that possessed such powerful magic. Thor and the other Asgardians relied on brute strength.
Thor shrugged once again and tossed Mjolnir into the air, then caught it with the same large hand. "Well, shall we be off to the sparring arena? You know Hogun hates tardiness."
Loki shook his head. "I will pass. I... I am not in the mood for fighting today."
"...very well. Where might you bee if I need you again?" Thor asked.
"I suppose I shall be either here or in the stables." the trickster replied shortly to his brother, then snatched up his book and hastily left the library. Thor's gaze was troubled as he watched Loki strut away. "Hmmph."
Loki walked swiftly down the golden halls, then turned into the corridor that lead to his chambers. He approached his large brass doors, looked around, then placed his hand on the door and muttered a short unlocking spell. He lifted his gaze from the door as it slowly opened, then he strode into his quarters. He snapped his fingers, and they shut again.
He set the book atop the stack of dusty books already piling up on the floor at the left side of his bed. Loki began to examine his room, running his hand lightly over the emerald sheets, admiring the silky quality and golden lining.
Loki grabbed his horned, golden helmet then placed it upon his head, covering the majority of his raven colored hair. loki closed his eyes and said a quick spell, then He was transported to Vanaheim. He smirked. The elves were in for a surprise.
