Nidavellir pt 1
You lay in the garden soaking in the sun. It was one of the first days off you had in weeks. Finally a chance to relax. You felt the warm sun on your skin. The smell of the blooming trees carried in on each breeze. This is heaven.
“Because I don’t want to brother.”
And there goes my peace and quiet.
“But it would be so much fun brother.”
“You and I have very different definitions of the word ‘fun’.”
You sighed, slowly opening your eyes you gazed around the garden, finally catching the two culprits that destroyed your peace and quiet. Loki sat under a tree in the far side of the garden, a book in his hand. Thor was swinging in the tree above him.
“But how would you know it would not be fun if you have never gone before.”
“I just know.”
Loki looked increasingly annoyed. Fearing the worst you decided to step in on their little spat. You got up from your perfect resting place and moseyed over to join them.
“What could be so fun that you had to interrupt my day off?”
Loki finally glanced up from his book, but he still had a look of annoyance on his face. Thor, on the other hand, couldn’t have looked happier. He jumped down from the tree and strolled over to you.
“(Y/N)! I was just telling Loki of a fight happening on Nidavellir. Apparently it will be a sporting match and Asgardians were welcome to watch. I suggested we go and see the match, maybe we will have a chance to take part. However, Loki seems to think it be a waste of time.”
Loki closed his book, but kept his eyes to the ground.
“The Dwarfs are craftsman not fighters, what purpose could there be to watch weaklings roll around in the mud.”
“I wouldn’t say they are weak. I mean they did forge some of the strongest weapons of Asgard.”
You had to admit, you were rather intrigued by Thor’s proposition. You had heard of Nidavellir but had never had the chance to visit it. This could be a fun event for your day off. Thor wrapped an arm around your neck, nearly strangling you in the process.
“See brother, (Y/N) understands.”
Loki glared up at the two of you.
“Then she is dumber than I thought.”
That was the last straw, anger welled up inside you causing your body temperature to rise.
“Hot! Hot! Hot!”
Thor ripped his arm away from you fanning it with his other hand. Your hand erupted into flames.
“We could just have a fighting match here to see who’s stronger.”
Loki’s calm exterior faltered for a second, but he slowly stood up, regaining his composure. He flicked his hand and a knife appeared in it out of thin air. He held it out to you.
“You know I would win.”
“And you know I would go down fighting, do you really want to risk third-degree burns to your handsome face.”
You said that as mockingly as possible but a small blush still found its way to your cheeks. Loki stared you down for a moment before letting out a sigh. He dropped the knife and it disappeared before hitting the grass.
“Fine. Have it your way.”
You lowered your hand and the flames disappeared.
“Excellent!”
Thor threw his arms around you and Loki, pulling you into an almost hug. Loki gave you a death glare which signaled that he blamed this all on you. You couldn’t help but smirk.
“To Nidavellir then.”
Thor released his hold on the both of you before charging off towards the Bifrost. Loki adjusted his cloak before turning to you.
“I am not taking responsibility for anything that oaf does on Nidavellir.”
You turned to Loki fixing your hair up into a high ponytail.
“Come on, we’re just having some fun.”
You gave him a smile before following Thor.
“That’s exactly what I’m worried about.”