Hello all, so here is my new fanfiction that I've had in mind for quite some time. It is based before the Thor and Avengers movie. So I really hope you enjoy this beginning. Please, if you enjoy, review! I'd love to hear what you think, and hearing from you all will encourage me to write more. My apologies beforehand for any misspellings that may occur; my iPod isn't really great for writing stories on because of the darn predictive text.

Once again, enjoy! :)

Marvel owns Loki and all remnants of Asgard. Nahari and Meshnith are of my own creation.

Much loves x

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Asgard; the shining shimmering golden palace of wonder, home to the immortal and wise. Settled on a bed of clouds and sky, the ancient realm and all its polishing's stand out as the most captivating place in all the nine realms; its beauty surpasses all others. And this realm, of all that scatter the universe, makes home to the wise and powerful All-Father; the being whom concurred many wars, slain many enemies and made anew, fresh beginnings with the ones once named enemy to the realm. And it is within this glorious realm of peace and beauty where the two sons of Odin reside, side by side. First, the eldest, the heir to the throne of Asgard, the realm eternal. Thor is his name. Golden hair and dashing looks are what define him from his brother. With a love, a thirst for war, this son of Odin made himself known amount the people as a man of mighty strength, honour (though his brother thought otherwise) and of course, was well acquainted with the fare maidens of the land. This son, Thor, was the wielder of the mighty hammer, Miljonir and known as the god of thunder, the awesome storm maker of the worlds. Then, came the youngest, but more powerful of the two. Loki was his name. With eyes so vibrant in a colour of green, and silk black hair slicked back on his head, he very much appeared different from that of the golden son. He was not distasteful to look at, not by any stretch of the imagination. His high cheekbones and perfect complexion added to his darkly handsome features; both sons of Odin were masterpieces in their own right, and both caused chattering, outward affections and awe in all the maidens of the realm. Whereas Thor prided himself in his skills of war, where he excelled greatly; Loki was oh so very different. His pride focused in his thirst for knowledge about the universe, and everything it contained, whether big or small, important or something that would be easily dismissed by others. Because of such knowledge and intellect, the prince practiced his learning's in the form of creative arts, and in turn becoming the master of such arts. From an early age he put this to the test, practicing on innocent people and pulling pranks on his innocent, oblivious brother. So, when Thor became the god of thunder, it was only just, only right, that he, Loki, be named god of mischief, and so until this very moment, as he walked along the hallway of the golden palace, he lived us to his name.

Lurking behind each pillar, watching his brother walking up ahead, completely unaware of Loki's presence, the young son of the All-Father found it a perfect time to play a prank on the future king. Stepping out from behind a pillar, Loki waved his hands in front of him in a circular motion and eyed his brother with mischievous delight. Thrusting his hands forward with a smile gracing his pale lips, Loki cast out a strong gust of wind that sent his brother tumbling forward with a great gasp of surprise. Brushing his hands together with satisfied glee, Loki walked forwards towards the god of thunder and watched how his brother sat up, leaning back onto his hands, regarding the god of mischief with annoyed eyes. "Must you always play such foul tricks on me, brother?" Thor whined, his forehead slightly tingling from where it had made contact with the marble floor.

"I would not live up to my name, dear Thor, if I did not. Now come, get up, you are making the floor look incredibly untidy" retorted the dark haired sibling. Thor grumbled at his brothers words and scrambled to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. Looking forwards at his brother, the god of thunder noticed a grin play on Loki's lips.

"Tell me, Loki, what is it that makes you smile, apart from successfully tossing me to the floor?" inquired the muscly god.

"Nothing that is any concern of yours, I can assure you brother. Now, if you would excuse me, I was making my way to the library. You know brother, the place that harbours books. Do you know what a book is even, Thor?" replied Loki rather playfully. Thor rolled his eyes and walked past his brother, resuming his walk that Loki had interrupted.

"Believe it or not Loki; I have indulged myself in a book or two in the silent comfort of the library. I do not always spend my days sparring" said Thor, almost out of sight from his brother. Loki grinned once more and took off towards his brother until he reached his side and slowed down to walk beside him.

"Well forgive me Thor, but where are you off to as of this moment?" inquired the curious god. Noticing a blush form on the golden god's cheeks, Loki chuckled with glee at the knowledge that he was right in his thinking.

"... To spar with Sif and the others..." answered Thor defeated.

"Ah yes, and isn't that the sixth time this past week, brother?" asked the god of mischief.

"Yes, though I don't see how it is anything of your concern. I may do as I please" Thor defended himself, stopping outside the library door for his brother to depart.

"That I know brother. I just fear that your brain might scramble with the lack of Knowledge it is receiving" chuckled the green eyed god. Thor smiled then at his brother and gently punched the top of his arm playfully.

"You need not fear, I am quite stable in my mind. Shall I see you at dinner brother, or will you be to engrossed in yet another book about pointless things?"

"I am not sure, Thor. Perhaps if I feel hungry. If you would excuse me..." Loki replied and smiled at his brother, pushing open the heavy palace library doors.

"Farewell brother" spoke Thor, and rushed off towards the corridor at the end of the hallway that led to the armoury. The young trickster walked into the open expanse of wisdom and knowledge, eyeing with great intensity the names of the books in order of genre and importance. Walking to the farthest part of the library, knowing the he would be alone, as beside his mother and scholars now and then, he was the only occupant of the magnificent place, Loki approached the old volumes, that where almost falling apart. He had left a certain book on a small table with a leather bookmark inside; and that is what Loki planned on doing this day, finishing his book. Sitting down in a high back chair next to the small table, Loki took in a deep breath and smiled; completely content in this place. Reaching for the old volume, the prince paused a moment on noticing something. The dying flowers that were in the vase on the table had been replaced with fresh yellow roses. Frowning, Loki looked down at the book and noticed that the dust had been wiped off... Yet again. This had become a regular occurrence for the prince, and it puzzled him greatly, even annoyed him. It agitated him to a great extent when one would lay their hands on a book that he was reading. Someone was entering the library; No, his library and was touching this. It had gone on far too long and the prince wishes to know who exactly was setting foot in the library and moving things about and placing flowers in vases. Tonight, he had decided, that he would stay in the library; hide up in the balcony above his head, and watch.

Pushing that thought aside for now, the prince eagerly picked up his 'cleaned' book and opened it up to the marked page. Picking up the bookmark, placing it onto the small table, Loki crossed his right leg over his left and delved into his book with great eagerness.

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"Surly one can grow tiresome of reading all day, every day. I know it is an essential, but Loki over does it!" Thor complained, seated at the dinner table, noticing his brother's absence once more.

"Do not complain, Thor. Just as you have a passion about war and fighting, so does Loki with his books. Leave him be. He will come and eat with us when he is ready. Do not push him. It will do you no good to pester him, you know that" Queen Frigga replied, looking at her eldest son. Frigga, it would seem, was the only one whom really understood Loki's passion for books and knowledge, being quite the reader herself. Not even Odin, most times, understood why Loki preferred to sit in darkness and read, than spar with his brother and go on conquests, but he had come to realise that that was his son, and although he would have liked him to learn more of the art of war, he did not want him to change one bit. Thor slouched his shoulders, looking down at his plate and sighed, knowing his mother was right. But recently he felt like he rarely saw his brother; hardly spoke, ate together, did anything, and it saddened him, although he did not show it to his friends.

"Do not worry for him Thor, he is fine" Odin encouraged, noticing the sadness creeping across his sons face.

"Yes well, he should be here, with us. The meal time is also a family time. He is part of this family, and therefore join us this moment, if not out of duty, but out of respect." Thor replied, his emotions getting the better of him.

"I do not remember once, Loki questioning your whereabouts or stating that it is rude to neglect meal time when you were asleep in your chambers, intoxicated because of celebrations the night before. He is doing something well with his time. I would rather Loki spend all his time learning, that drinking. You know how I dislike you drinking too much Thor. Now enough, I will not hear you complain about your brother again for the rest of this day." Frigga spoke, defending her youngest son. The golden god of thunder nodded his head in embarrassment and resumed consuming his glorious meal, aware that his friends a across the table had witnesses his mother telling him off. Blushing deeply, reaching for his goblet, Could feel his parent's eyes upon him. On cue, as if knowing Thor had just been told off, Loki slid into the room, swiftly with grace. Smiling at his parents, Loki approached the table and took the empty seat next to his brother. Reaching for the pitcher of wine, Loki poured himself and drink and took a great gulp. "Do you care for something to eat Loki?" Frigga asked, smiling at her youngest son.

"No thank you. I only came for a drink. I shall be leaving in a few minutes" the mischievous god spoke, taking another swig of his fruity wine.

"As long as you eat something today my son, you are looking thin" Odin said, his voice booming with authority as his eyes trailed over his sons form disapprovingly.

"I have always been thin father; nevertheless, I shall, do not worry" Loki stated and continued to gulp his wine, eager to leave the room to get back to his book; he was in the middle of discovering something quite great about duplicates in that chapter, and how to use it on oneself in creating a clone. Finishing his drink, placing the goblet onto he table, Loki rose to his feet. "If you would excuse me, I shall take my leave now"

"Will we see you tonight, Loki?" asked Fandral the dashing, one of the warriors three.

"I think not I'm afraid; maybe tomorrow" replied the emerald eyed prince. Walking away from the table, Loki made his way back towards the library.

"Maybe there is a maiden that has taken his liking" Fandral whispered to lady Sif and the remaining warriors three as Thor spoke with his parents.

"I doubt that Fandral. Loki has never shown interest in anyone, be it male or female. He is just obsessed with finishing another book, you know that. The day Loki has a love is the day I grow wings and become a Valkyrie" scoffed Lady Sif, rolling her eyes.

"You are all too harsh on the silver Tongue sometimes. I agree with the Queen; let him be" Jolly Volstagg spoke, holding meat on a bone in one hand and a goblet of fine red wine in the other.

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Pushing open the library doors with haste, Loki practically ran down towards the table and chair in the back of the room among the fragile volumes. On reaching his destination, Loki growled with great frustration. His book was not open the way he had left it, but closed with the bookmark in its place, placed in the centre of the table. Huffing with great annoyance, Loki looked around the room and saw that it was empty. Who was it that kept entering the room? Who was it that kept touching his things? Stomping into the middle of the room uncharacteristically, Loki spun in a circle slowly, eyeing every corner of the room. Again, it was empty. Then, an idea came to mind. Eyes sparkling, Loki walked towards the row of books and parchment near the door and reached for a few; placing the books gently on the floor and scattering the papers around it. Moving over to an open window, Loki reached out and grabbed the vase that stood on the windowsill and pulled out the fresh Rose and tossed it to the floor. Then, tipping the vase, Loki watched as the fresh water spilt and drenched the window sill. Glancing up at the evening sky, Loki grinned. Taking on deep breath, Loki glided back over to the back of the room and began to climb the ladder that was near the table and chairs. On reaching the top, Loki pulled himself up onto the balcony and shuffled to the corner that would conceal him in darkness from the intruder; allowing him to see her/ him, but not in reverse.

Growing rather tired of waiting, as it had been at least an hour or so now, Loki sighed and dropped his head against the wall. The palace had grown quiet for some time now, and Loki was sure that he was the only one awake. Thinking that this wait was surly absurd; no one was likely to walk into the library at this time of night, the young prince made to move, until that is, his waiting proved to be worth the wait. Slowly the library doors opened and a hooded figure emerged. Closing the door gently, the mysterious being walked into the room. Loki watched with great interest and the being moved about the room with such grace and he thought to himself that surly it was female. Shuffling forward slightly, the god of mischief watched the being lift its arms and pull down the hood of its cloak. And indeed, it was female. Undoing the laces around her neck, the unfamiliar woman pulled off her cloak and placed it on the back of a chair. She was not of royalty, Loki observed as his eyed roamed over her clothes. They were not rags of the sort, but they were not of fine linen either. Her dress, however, was cut beautifully and sat upon her body perfectly, gripping all of her curves, showing them off. She was slender in size, but not too thin. Her hair was the colour of fire; red and wavy flowing down her back. Very unusual in this realm; if at all seen. Of course there were red headed women in Asgard; an array or dark oranges and light, but this woman's hair was red. As red as the ripest tomato. It shoulder be unnatural, but the young god found it intriguing. Upon her face, were dark brown eyes, almost mistaken as black because of their intensity. Her lips were pink, and stood out on her lusciously on her pale face. She was a beauty to behold, and one that Loki had not seen before in the palace. Loki heard the woman tut as she eyed the pile of books and paper on the floor and watched as she dropped to her knees, gathering the scattered literature. "Such a mess" she said disapprovingly. Loki grinned at her comment and watched her closely. Placing the scattered literature back onto the shelf, the woman turned around and groaned when she spotted the over turned vase. Gliding over to it, the woman did something that Loki did not expect. Waving her hand in front of her, the water slowly flowed back into the vase, lifting it up to a stand point at the same time. Smiling, the woman picked up the Rose and put it back into the vase. Nodding, pleased with herself, the woman made her way towards Loki. As she stood in front of the old volumes, the woman reached for a book, which Loki did not recognise, and she took a seat on the floor, leaning against the bookcase. Opening the front cover, the woman sighed happily and began to read.

Loki crawled forward quietly and, climbed down the ladder like a ghost going unnoticed. Stepping forward slightly to get a better look at her, Loki crossed his arms. "So you are the one who keeps touching and moving my things?" he spoke. The woman gasped loudly, jumping with fright at the voice and slammed the cover of the book closed, a burst of dust exploding in her face. Coughing, the red haired woman scrambled to her feet, leaving the book on the floor.

"Who's there?" she said, her voice sounding like harmonising angels. Looking around frantically, the woman trembled.

"I have not seen you before" Loki spoke again and stepped into view. The woman blushed and bowed her head in respect.

"Forgive me for questioning, Prince Loki. I did not know it was you" she said, looking at the floor.

"You know who I am, yet I know not who you are. Tell me, who are you?" asked the green eyed beauty.

"My name is Nahari, daughter of Meshnith, one of the Kings cooks, my lord. I am a maid of the Palace" Nahari said, still looking at the floor, twiddling her fingers.

"Well Nahari, why are you in this library, reading these books. You know fully well that maids and menservants are not prohibited to read the books in the royal library" Loki said, smirking, walking dangerously close to the maid.

"Forgive me, my lord, but I did not know that. I have recently come to live in Asgard with my father. I was immediately assigned to work with thanks to the Queen. I was not told about the places that were not prohibited to us. If I had known I would not have done so" answered the trembling female as Loki stood in front of her, his eyes baring into her skull.

"You have magic; I noticed you set the vase straight with a flick of your hand" stated Loki as matter-of-factly.

"Indeed my lord that is why I have been entering the library in my spare time. I freshen the flowers, tidy the surroundings, then learn and practice my art." she said, now looking up at the handsome god, her heart pounding hard in her chest.

"Hmm" Loki said intriguingly, meeting someone who has a passion for such things beside his mother. Looking to the ground, Loki eyed the book then raised an eyebrow. "Transfiguration? Not an easy topic"

"I like a challenge my lord" Nahari replied. Loki chuckled and looked back to the mysterious beauty. "Please my lord, do not punish me. I did not know" Loki pondered a moment on the woman's words, turning on his heels and sat down on his chair.

"You wish to learn?" asked the trickster god, crossing his arms, staring into the face of the red haired woman.

"I do my Lord. It's all I ever did when I stayed with my mother in Nornheim" admitted Nahari.

"Then I shall offer you a compromise. I will not breathe a word your intrusion into this library, if you become my, let's say, student. I am in need of some 'help' and it would benefit your knowledge and practice" Said Loki, his white teeth beaming as he grinned greatly as the fair maid blushed under the soul piercing gaze of the mighty prince.

"I will accept your gracious offer, my lord" She spoke, gripping her dress in each hand and bowing in front of Loki.

"That is good to hear. We shall resume this meeting tomorrow eve" Loki replied, standing to his feet, tall, towering over the blushing woman. Nahari bowed her head once more, and looked back to the floor, averting her gaze from the prince. "You may stay here, I will not ask you to leave this night. Just make sure all is out back in its place" then after those words were spoken, Loki turned quickly without another word and walked down the isle of books towards the door to the library with a smile on his face. Nahari cleared her throat and leant over, grabbing the book that was on the floor and held it against her chest. Looking over her shoulder, Nahari watched the young prince leave the room ever so gracefully.