Similar, Yet Different (Loki fanfic)

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OH NO! OH NO! OH NO!!
I run as fast as I can through the streets. I glance behind me and see the 3 boys still chasing me with wooden swords. "GET BACK HERE FREAK!" One of them yells. I run even faster and try to lose them. Adults stare at me but don't attempt to help. I stare at my hand as I run. Well, what was supposed to be my hand is now a cat paw. Why did it have to change in public?!
I reach the end of the town and run into the woods. I zig-zag around trees in hope that I would lose the boys, but they are gaining on me. I see a place to hide in the distance. I run to it. It's a hole in a tree. I jump up and start climbing. The cat paw actually comes in handy.
I make it into the hole but I see the boys trying to climb the tree. They keep taking turns. If they weren't climbing, they were throwing rocks at me and laughing.

Suddenly I hear a voice cut through their laughter. I peak out of the hole and see 2 other boys. One with blond hair and one with black. I crawl closer down to hear what they're saying.
"What are you doing?" The blond asks the 3.
The leader answers, "We're trying to get that freak out of the tree." He points to me. I shrink into myself as the new boys both look up at me. The blond has ocean blue eyes and the brunette has piercing green eyes.
"Why are you picking on her?" The brunette asks.
"Causes she's a freak! She has a paw for a hand!"
"I don't see what that has to do with anything."
"It's not normal!"
"Nobody is normal."
"You 2 seem normal."
The brunette laughs, "You have no idea who we are." His hands start glowing green, while the blond pulls an iron sword from the sheath on his hip. The bullies all step back in fear.
"We are the princes Thor and Loki Odinson." I gasp. The princes protecting a nobody like me?! The bullies grab their sword like they want to fight.
The blond says, "Are you sure you want to do that?"
The bullies glance at each other and run away. The green glow fades from the brunette's hands and the blond puts away his sword.

The brunette looks up at me and says, "It's safe to come down now." I carefully make my way down and stand in front of the princes. "T-thank you." I bow, unsure of what else to do. "Technically, a lady is supposed to curtsy." The brunette laughs. My face flushes with embarrassment. "I'm sorry! I-"
"No need. I'm Loki. The blond's Thor." Loki responds. Now that I look at them I realize that they're a bit older than me, probably 10 or 12. "What's your name?" Thor asks.
"Umm..I.." I don't have a name...
"Well everyone needs a name," Loki responds to my thoughts.
I shuffle where I stand. Loki holds his chin thinking, while Thor walks in circles.

After a few minutes, Loki moves closer to me. He grabs my chin and examines my face. My face flushes a lot. "I got it." He let's go of my face. I take a deep breath for what felt like an eternity. "Astana. If you like it, your name shall be Astana."
I think for a moment, then nod.
My name is Astana.