It was a bright and almost-warm day in Asgard. The sun was out, though a wind blew in from over the waters with a chilly bite to it. Thor wore his long armour, red cloak fanning before him as he made his way to a chamber where he was sure to find Loki.
His brother said -quiet often, actually- that he hated the midgardians, so fragile and mortal. But something about them must have drawn Loki to them, or at least didn't repel him as much as usual, as he spent much time watching them.
Thor strode into an orange curtained room, the windows where wide and glassless, leaving the curtains to flutter in the cold breeze. Up on a pedestal sat a great ball, to which Loki was staring intently into.
"Brother" Thor called, continuing towards him.
His brother grunted in return, not turning to acknowledge him further.
Thor stood next to his brother, looking into the scene Loki was watching.
He was surprised to see a young Viking boy, short and skinny for his age, let alone his race.
Admittedly, Thor w