Thor stormed through the halls, slamming open the doors of the library, revealing his raven-haired brother- his face stuck in another magical book. He smiled as he walked closer, a childish smile on his countenance. Before Thor can even say 'hello', Loki spoke "What do you want, brother?" He pressed his lips together, looking annoyed as well as amused, but gave no indication that he was interested in what Thor had to say. The blond didn't mind his lack of attention, since over a thousand years of this behavior had gotten him used to it. He grabbed a wood chair from the other side of the table, dragging it behind him and parked it in front of .

"I have brought some interesting news," He admitted, sitting down harshly. Still, the trickster did not look up, not even a flicker of his green eyes to him.

  "Oh?" He said like an impatient mother. Thors' leg began to shake with anticipation. Hardly amusing for a god that was trying to study magic. The bearded man leaned forward, the smile on his face never fading. "There is this rumor that a beautiful maiden has joined our presence. Better yet, she has mastered every type of magic!" He leaned back, completely satisfied when his brother looked up with an obviously curious glint in his eyes. Loki chuckled. A maiden who has mastered every spell, hm? he thought as he closed the book, setting it on the oak table before him.

   He could admit that this was definitely intriguing to him, but there were also questions in his mind that he knew his idiot brother had no way to answer. He was also curious to why someone would suddenly appear without notice before hand, not to mention an unknown reason. Perhaps Odin was planning something? If yes, what was it? He stood up suddenly, surprising the older before he stood up as well. Loki looked up to him briefly before walking to the exit of the library. "Let's go look for this so called maiden of magic," And so he left, Thor trailing after him with a proud glint in his eyes.  



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   What felt like hours of searching in the halls of their home for this mysterious woman, fell completely short to the mind of the boys. Maybe they only spent twenty minutes on this pursuit, and perhaps they did. They asked many guards for the location, but all sent them to a dead end. It was strange, really. How come every one seemed to be trying to keep them away from this lady? Loki raised a brow to his brother, who had suddenly grabbed his shoulder. He looked to him to find his face away from his- staring at something far in the distance.

    "What is it?" He asked, slightly annoyed. Instead of answering with words, Thor brought up his muscly arm and pointed to a small group of guards in the center of the garden. As his arm fell back to his side Loki fully turned to the crowd with his eyes squinting to get a tiny bit of a better view. But alas, he did not have the eyes of Heimdall now did he?

   Before he could even think of making a move, Thor shot forward and trotted to the area with no hint of remorse in his heavy footsteps. Loki sighed and chased after him with a roll of his eyes. "Brother, wait." He called for what had felt like the thousandth time this evening. But, of course, the brute did not listen to his words. He just continued forward without a care in the world. Surely, this was the reason he got into so much trouble- even without full intention. Soon the armored Asgardians caught the movement of the approaching princes and bowed their heads to them for a moment.

   The ones nearest to the two moved out of the way to reveal their father, Odin, with a mysterious woman next to him. She turned to them both in surprise, her (e/c) orbs dancing between the two. The young black haired magician could have sworn his heart skipped a beat at her beauty, a face that is obviously not from around Asgard. Her (H/l)(h/c) hair was slightly curled against her face and dropped under a gold headdress with a few (f/c) jewels adorned on it. Sure, the jewelry on her body made her look even more stunning, but he paid no heed to the useless items that he could easily replace.

   The woman looked away from Thor and to him, almost as if everything was in slow motion. His breath hitched in his throat suddenly, making a faint tint of red come to his snow-like features. Well, that is what he would blame it on for now. Odin stood up from next to her, tearing his longing stare away from the nameless woman. The king seemed to be a disappointed by their sudden arrival- obviously wishing the guards had done a proper job of keeping them away, but why?

"Thor, Loki," The all-father spoke, gesturing to the woman as she stood up. "This is (F/n) (L/n), Mistress of Magic," He said regretfully. Thor was the first to greet her, quickly on one knee and gently taking her hand to kiss her knuckles. He smiled up at her flirtatiously, oblivious to the stern glare that his younger brother was sending him.

   "I am Thor, the God of Thunder," He stood up tall, still holding her small hand in his. She chuckled at the blond, amused of how highly he held himself. She bowed her head slightly, stealing a glance to Loki. "So I have heard. Also, that you have put your charming father into some predicaments over the past few years." She said with a glint of mischief in her eyes. The god shifted awkwardly, sending a minor glare to his father. Odin just shrugged. Her eyes turned to Loki, who was waiting patiently to introduce himself to her. "And you must be Loki, the younger brother who fancies magic." She said as she stepped towards him. They both bowed their heads to each other with respect before looking up to each other again. He smirked at her, folding his hands behind his back.

  "You are correct, m'lady," He confirmed. A smile came to her face as well, not bothering to look away at his gleaming green eyes which held her mind in place. Though, there was something about them that did not feel right. What was it?


"Why has a woman from a different star come to us at random?" Thor said non-nonchalantly, snapping her out of the trance.


(F/n) turned around sharply and quirked a brow at the man. All of her thoughts of him being a casual gentleman had dissipated. "Hm? Is there a problem with my presence?" (f/n) remarked with a tilt of her head. The blond took a step back while Loki just smiled at the fire in her tone. Thor shook his head- doing the best he could to avoid her sharp gaze. He opened his mouth to speak but got interrupted by the all-father. "Enough." He said, stepping between the two.

    He gave an apologetic look to (f/n). "I apologize on behalf of my sons' lint tongue. I shall speak with him while Loki shows you around." He nodded to the more obedient child, whom nodded back. He gently placed his hand on the small of her back and turned her around for her to follow him. She sent one last glare to the childish son before turning with the youngest and walking to the main halls of the castle.

   There were a few moments between the woman and the man clad in green. It was predictably uncomfortable for the rage of fire still burned in the mistress' stomach, but she tried her best to calm her spirit. There was no way she was going to ruin her first impression of herself... again. Though, she did make quite an impression on him. He found her amusing, not to mention interesting in the most of knowledgeable ways. How was it that a woman (whom seemed to be so young) became one of the most talented magic users in the nine realms?

She walked to a golden railing that held the sparkling view of Asgard. "So, how many spells do you know?" He asked as he walked up behind her. She turned around with a smile on her lips, eyes scanning his young face.

(F/n) ambled over to Loki with her hips swinging with a soft intimidation, earning a seductive look from said male. "Does the great god of tricks wish to see?" She questioned, head tilting to the side with a playful gleam in her eyes.

   He smiled down at her, gently grabbing her hand and placing the back in his palm. "Oh, yes! I would absolutely love to." He chuckled, watching as her eyes fell from his own to the hand that he held against his own. Instead of following her eyes to the same spot, he staid watching her slightly concentrated face. Suddenly, a fire bursts over her hand like a lighter. His eyes darted to it, slightly surprised by its sudden arrival. (F/n) couldn’t help but giggle at his jumpy form. Loki couldn't help but laugh as well, but a simple fire was not what he wanted to see. "Oh, please. This trick is for beginners! Put a little excitement into your tricks!"

(F/n) raised a sleek brow- a bit astonished by his slightly childish motives. She let out a soft groan, turning to look around for anything to mess with. "Okay," She sung, looking up to the top of the hallways ceiling. There, all across its massive length, stretched paintings of the past warriors and battles that took place. There were a few cherubs and angels placed around the large canvas- some with harps or weapons to chase the antagonists.

    A smile came to her lips before she raised a jeweled arm to the ceiling. The center of her hand glowed a pale (f/c) before the light shot up to the painting, spreading out like smoke against a wall. Loki looked up, baffled by the scene playing before him. The once still painting moved ever so slowly to a full out brawl of paint. When the characters made contact, the colors that they had touched would splatter all around instead of bleeding. It was an amazing sight for the prince. "Is this what you were waiting for?" She said coolly. He tore his eyes away from the scene to meet (F/n)s face, which still peered up at the painting. It seems that she was also impressed at what she did.
   
   Even though he knew she probably couldn't see his actions, he nodded.


"Teach me."



End