They Called Me Cold, They Called Him a Liar

Training the Frost Mini

Hi everyone!!

This chapter is written by Dakoda's friend, and it's also Loki's P.O.V.! Enjoy!

Wow, that was a lot of "!"s!

- triathlete1358 (Dakoda's friend)

P.S.

We got tired of writing small chapters, so we've switched. Hope you like it!

Training the Frost Mini

Loki's P.O.V.

As I walk down a hall towards my room, I hear Thor and Sydney arguing.

"-decided that you will start at dawn!" That's Thor, being the stubborn Asgardian that he is.

"What if I can't even lift a sword? How am I supposed to train if I can't even lift the stupid sword? Will I be fighting with a toothpick?"

I hear Thor groan and put his head in his hands. "I'll send Loki to pick you up and bring you to the training room."

No, you will not, I think as I enter the room with a scowl on my face. I stand there with my arms crossed and glare at him.

A false grin lights up Thor's face as he realizes I'm there. "Brother! We were just talking about you! Great things about you! Like, um, your ability to braid hair!"

A sneer twists my face as I face him. "And I'm Frigga," I snarl. "Even if I hadn't heard you, I still wouldn't have brought her there. I do what I want and listen to no one. The 'soon to be king of Asgard doesn't count as someone I listen to. Do you really think a prince Asgard should waste his time escorting a hybrid around?" I scoff, making sure to glare at Thor's pet jotun for the appropriate amount of time.

I spin on my heel and march out of the room. As the door disappears behind me, Sydney calls out, "Guess we know who woke up on the wrong side of the bed!"

"Hush, Lady Sydney, you don't want to anger Loki too much," Thor warns her. "And what does 'woke up on the wrong side of the bed' even mean?"

I can almost see Sydney roll her eyes. "My god. You Asgardians. So out of modern phrases. It means that he woke up and was immediately angry."

By then I was too far away to hear Thor's answer. I push open the doors to my bedroom, grab a large book on my cabinet and stalk back out of the room.

In the library, I have marked off a special section for myself and, unless I specifically call a servant or someone else, nobody is allowed there. No one can even get there. I put an illusion on the rooms so that it just looks like a bunch of walls unless you go through the wall at exactly the right spot.

I walk straight into the wall and reappear in my section. I sit down in my main room, the books glowing just bright enough for me to read.

The books in Asgard aren't like the ones in Midgard. Someone, ages ago, decided that flipping pages took too much effort. They changed all the books, so now they're connected to the mind of whoever is reading them. When you think, 'next page' the words on the page rearrange themselves to create the next page. In instruction books, whatever you're thinking will pop up, so you don't have to search through all the pages to find one thing. As well, the images move to tell stories, kind of like a movie, but with drawings. Each book emits a soft glow, depending on who's around.

Each book in the room glows green, my colour.

I set down my book and stare at the cover. Illusionism and Spell Casting.

I flip open the book to a random page, knowing that each page will contain the same thing. The pages are filled with small, cramped writing. My eyes skim the page.