Snakes

Snakes.

Thor has always thought snakes to be amazing.

With their slim bodies and the lack of appendages to carry them, depending on whole heartily on their slimline like body to do everything to keep them alive like attack, digest, discard waste, and more impressively to move at all.

Thor with his small hands and tiny feet would carry himself outside to any patch of earth for his growing body to play within.

Once, he was in the royal gardens climbing trees, sneaking in some playing time before his mother found him and forced him to do his duties.

From the high up on the tree branch, he stood on Thor spotted something slithering on the ground.

With an exaggerated gasp, Thor jumps down to a lower branch, as low as he could get but with a branch thick enough to support his weight. He hangs upside down from said branch and looks towards the ground spots a snake. 

Thor's eyes got as big as saucers as he watches the creature. He enthusiastically climbs down his claimed tree and steps close to the snake to watch it crawl on its path with no arms or legs. He gets down on his knees making sure to put his weight comfortably on them as he stares at the snake's green simmering scales mesmerized. He trails his fingers across the snake's scales for a second before he firmly picks it up in his hands intended to admire it. Before he could the snake turned into his younger brother Loki, his smile bright and eyes glowing mischievously in a way Thor knows is dangerous. 

"Ha! It is me, Loki!"

While trying to process that the snake was indeed Loki and Loki has said something to him Loki had pulled out a small dagger, so small it would possibly only be a nuisance to a grown man and stabbed Thor.


Thor thought the world of Loki, but not his games.