Authors Note: I decided I would continue this after all. Thanks to all who reviewed and/or favorited and subscribed! I appreciate it!
Thor was bored out of his mind. So bored, in fact, that he was sure his head was going to explode at any moment.
Sure, being bed-ridden had its advantages (somewhat). He didn't have to do any chores, he had people waiting on him hand and foot, and he got ice cream whenever he wanted. But what good was eating unlimited ice cream if he had no one to annoy with the sugar high that inevitably came with consuming it? He sighed to himself, regretting his decision to ever climb that tree in the first place.
Thor hadn't been outside in a week, because the doctor feared he would disturb the setting of his broken ankle if he walked anywhere unassisted. Honestly, he couldn't even walk to the bathroom by himself. His mother or his little brother had to escort him, which was extremely embarrassing.
Speaking of little brothers, Loki chose that exact moment to slip quietly into Thor's bedroom. Thor rolled his eyes. Loki was always quiet and never made a big deal of anything. He would have made a much more grand of an entrance if it had been him. Of course, he wouldn't be able to make any type of entrance at all for at least another week, maybe even two.
"Hello brother," Loki half-whispered, walking softly towards Thor's bed, his small feet slapping against the marble tiles. "I brought you a present from Father."
Thor sat straight up. He absolutely adored receiving gifts.
Loki handed him a medium sized box, wrapped in a shiny gold paper. Thor greedily grabbed it and tore the wrapping off as quickly as possible. It was...
A shoebox. Containing a single pair of sandals.
Thor didn't even bother attempting to hide his disappointment with the present. His face fell into a look of utter frustration. He was extremely irritated at his father's poor taste in gift-giving.
"Is this some sort of sick joke? I won't be able to use these! I can't even walk, for Yggdrasil's sake! Why would father be so cruel? Take these back to him and tell him that this is not funny," Thor ranted, shoving the sandals back into the box, and trying to force them back into Loki's arms.
Loki rolled his eyes and took the sandals back out of the shoebox.
"These aren't just any sandals. They are special. Put them on and I'll show you." Loki returned them to Thor.
Upon hearing that the sandals weren't just any old pair of shoes, Thor's enthusiasm returned. He ripped off the blankets and made to strap them on. When he had accomplished this task, Loki shouted "Meili!", and little wings sprouted out of each sandal, fluttering quickly like a hummingbird's wings.
Thor gasped with delight and attempted to stand up, but instead of feeling the cool tile on his bare feet, he only felt the air. It was the strangest sensation; he was hovering several inches above the ground.
The elder brother laughed and zoomed off out of the room and down the hall to thank his father for such a fabulous gift. He couldn't believe he had ever been discouraged about such a fine present.
Loki watched wistfully, for he had never received such a present from their father. He sighed, feeling heavy hearted. He had never been Thor's equal in the eye of their father, had never been the favorite child. Usually that was fine with him, because Loki preferred being by himself.
But this was different. Never before had he been so jealous of Thor. And right then, Loki made the decision to prove himself to his father. One way or another, someday he would be seen as his brothers equal. Someday.
Shoving this thought aside, Loki raced out of the room to rejoin Thor, who was gleefully fluttering about near the ceiling of a corridor.
Loki finally caught up with him, out of breath. "Hey, Thor! Race you to the throne room!" Loki took off running before Thor could even agree.
"No fair! You started without me!" Thor yelled. Realizing that Loki was no longer listening, he gave up the argument and chased his little brother down the winding halls of the palace of Asgard.
Authors Note: Did you like it? I'm really not that good of a writer, so sorry. And I apologize in advance if the formatting is weird. I typed this on my iPod, which I've never done before.
-Loki's Little Helper