Flowergirl |L. Laufeyson|

Chapter Six

"Yield!"

Thor pointed his hammer at his brother, a triumphant smile on his lips. Zoë watched from afar, sitting in between the huge trees of the palace's garden. She had been forced by Loki, who had come to her house and had practically kidnapped her, to be the judge of their fight. The woman wanted to be impartial, and the way things were going, she would have to announce to the dark haired Prince that he was losing.

"I said yield!" Thor boomed, taking a step forward so that his hammer was just inches away from his brother's face.

One would expect that Loki, being the kind of person he was, would glare at his brother and refuse to accept his failure. However, he just stayed silent, looking blankly up at his brother. For some seconds, the two princes were just staring at each other, before slowly, a smirk started forming on Loki's lips.

Before Zoë could understand what was happening, the Prince dissapeared in thin air.

"Where did he go?" Thor exclaimed as he looked around him, but he did not have to wait for long. The sound of clapping came from somewhere behind Zoë, and they both turned around, only to see Loki walking towards them, an amused glint in his eyes as he continued clapping.

"A spectacular show!" he smirked, walking by the blonde and to his brother. "Really entertaining."

"You were the one who asked for a fight, Loki," Thor scowled. "Come on, I am doing you a favour, fighting with you."

"A favour?" the man laughed, "You were not even fighting with me in the first place. It was just an illusion."

"Come on then, fight me now."

"I have no weapon, brother."

"Then I'll not use one," the blond huffed, throwing his hammer some ways near Zoë.

"How really noble of you," Loki commented. "I guess you'll let me attack first too?"

However, a second after he had finished his sentence, Thor raised his fist and swiftly landed a punch on his jaw.

Zoë gasped as both brothers froze, the blond watching in bewilderment as his brother looked at the ground, seemingly not at all phased by the punch.

"You punched me."

"Loki, I didn't-"

"You punched me."

"It was an accident-"

"How is a punch an accident?" he roared, his eyes alight with fire as he took a step forward.