Loki Shorts

Training

Loki has always had an interest in you and you him. Not that either of you would ever let the other know of course. Being Sif's sister it felt strange crushing on the second prince of Asgard. After all, if all went as everyone expected, her and Thor would marry sooner rather than later. The royal family is just waiting for Thor to get over Jane.

"My dear sister I must know what troubles you." Sif states as she walks into your chambers.

"You interrupting my study. You know how hard it is for me to pick up a text book. They're so boring. Why do I even need to learn this midgardian language... spanish."

She rolls her eyes. "If they're so boring take a break and talk to me. I've noticed you've been out of sorts lately. I didn't say anything because I was hoping you would take care of it. It's been a good six months and it's getting to the point of foolishness."

"I'm fine."

"No you're not."

"I don't know what to tell you Sif." You throw your hands up.

"Wait, that's the same look you had on when you liked that boy... what was his name?"

"This is not the same look. There's no boy. Leave me alone."

She smiles. "Are you sure?"

"Sure." You state.

"Alright, I'm going to go practice sparring with Thor and the warriors three."

"You know I can never turn that down." You grin.

-0-

You've just finished handing their asses to them when Loki comes strolling past the courtyard with new books under his arm.

"Brother! Come! Let us see if you can win a match against the mighty y/n." Thor bellows.

"I'm afraid that wouldn't be fair to our dear lady." He smiles his signature shit eating grin.

Everyone watches through widened eyes. They know your disdain for taunts even though you keep your composure. "Well I beat your brother just fine."

Loki just stands there, emotionless except for the slight hardening of his eyes. For a moment you're afraid you've crossed a line, but soon enough he sets his books down on a marble bench and steps into the arena with you.

"Taking no weapons? Aren't you the over confident one?"

He just grins, his eyes taking on that mischievous twinkle. Thor signals for the start of your dual. As you go to charge at him you're surrounded by clones. Confused, you stand up straight, analyzing them. You step up to one to feel it, but your hand goes right through. You discreetly smell it, but it carries no scent. So that's how you can tell. You stroll around the arena taking deep breaths until it hits you. A hint of pine mixed with something uniquely him. You act like you don't notice until the last second when you twirl around and kick him square in the chest.

He falls back onto the ground as his clones disappear. Thor, sif, and the rest cheer for you. The look on Loki's face is priceless as he sits in the dirt, still trying to process what hit him. You offer a hand, deciding not to tease him about it. He'll get plenty of that from the others.

"I'm impressed." He finally says. "The only other person that's been able to tell me apart from my clones was my mother."

"Oh, I um-"

"No, It's alright." There's a moment of silence between you two before he speaks up again. "I suppose you would have no interest in accompanying me to the gardens."