The Problem With Spells

Part 1 of 2

Chapter 1: The Problem with Spells

Title: The Problems with Spells…
Pairing: Thor/Loki
Rating/Warnings: M (for sexy tiems.). Cat ears!Loki
Summary: Loki practices a new spell, but ends up giving himself cat ears instead! Thor finds out and, well…

-Movie verse, set before the coronation-

"Oh, this is simply ridiculous." Loki hissed at his reflection, his wintergreen eyes narrowing in frustration. Atop his head twitched two cat-like ears, black and fluffy. Protruding from his leather trousers was a thin black tail, the fur fluffed up to match its owner's anger. Instead of the simple summoning spell, the Asgardian prince seemed to have given himself the appearance of a catboy. Grinding his teeth and leaning away from his reflection, Loki closed his eyes, his ears flattening against the top of his head.

"This cannot be. I know I recited the spell perfectly!" Soft footsteps echoed on the dull stone floor and the prince crossed over to the ancient text, bending down to squint at the curved writing within the large spell book he had acquired so long ago, sighing in defeat as he noticed the one syllable he pronounced wrong. "But of course." He whispered, closing the book and plopping into the chair near the table, resting his forehead in his palm. If anyone were to see him in such a state, Loki knew the ridicule that would accompany the strange looks. It wasn't as if this was the first time the younger prince had messed up a spell, but it would certainly be the most embarrassing.

Seeing his fears were about to be realized, Loki's head shot up at the knock on his bedroom door, his eyes wide and somewhat fearful.

"Loki. It is I, let me in! I have fantastic news about my coronation ceremony!" Thor's jaunty voice bellowed from beyond the thick wood and he pushed both doors open with ease, not heeding Loki's muffled excuse about Thor not coming in. Thor was never one for listening to others anyway. Thor's thin simple white shirt ruffled in the small breeze, its low cut neck exposing a triangle of tan skin. He bore simple black slacks to match, his heavy leather boots thudding on the floor. "You shall never believe what Father has planned for my-" his booming voice seemed to cut out as he froze just inside the doorway, giving just enough room behind him to let the doors swing shut with a soft thud.

"…Brother?" Thor questioned, taking a soft step forward, lifting one arm to point at the top of Loki's head, a rather amused expression starting to come over his features. "What are those atop your head?"

Loki bristled, his position unchanging since his brother's rude entrance. He stood slowly, moving to take a step back, closer to the shadows.

"It is nothing; A simple mistake, nothing more." His voice shook slightly and he pursed his lips without meaning to, trying not to let his emotions get a hold of him. The only thing worse than messing up such a simple spell would be allowing everyone to know it affected him. His ears remained slightly flattened against his head, but not entirely hidden and the young prince could feel them twitch as Thor took another step forward, the blonde's eyebrow rising from curiosity.

"Yes, that is what I would assume." He laughed, rich and loud and Loki glanced towards the door, praying no one else heard. "How did this come about, brother?"

"A miscalculation on my part. The spell and its effects should fade by sundown, I am sure of it." Loki sighed, crossing his arms and turning towards the stained glass door leading to the massive balcony, his tail twitching slowly behind him. "Until then, I shall remain here, lest the rest of Asgard enjoy my discomfort, much like you." Loki's voice dripped sarcasm and Thor's grin started to fade.

"I am not enjoying your obvious disdain, brother. I simply find it amusing!" Thor shrugged, taking a step towards his unmoving brother. "But you shouldn't shut yourself away as such. I'm sure the maidens around the castle would be very interested in your current state." Another small chuckled pierced the stillness of the room.