A brisk autumn wind was blowing in the city of Asgard as twilight deepened. Somewhere in the vast palace gardens, a little boy with golden hair stood holding the hand of a raven-haired toddler.
The two small princes were facing a wooden shack. They had heard strange cries coming from inside it. They had meant to investigate the mysterious sounds. But now that they were looking at the closed door, they were not so sure.
The older boy, Thor, remembered his friend Fandral telling him about a haunted shack which was in the wildest, most remote part of the gardens. Could this be it? His brother, Loki, wondered if his mother was nearby. He thought it was later than the time when they usually headed back home for dinner.
It was getting late, far too late for her boys to be wondering about. Frigga began her search to find her boys to bring them in for the evening.
“Thor, Loki?” she called as she went on the search for her two sons.
I absolutely fucking love Brennan and Sibohan as catty British teen sisters like dishing on their enemies and playfully griping (and expressing honest sentiments of love and affection) at each other