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Loki wakes early up to a smile on his face. He had a lot of fun yesterday, but he’s nowhere done with mischief. He spent quite some time yesterday reading all he could about ice magic, specifically looking for how to make ice sculptures.
He found a chapter explaining how it works and even practiced making some small ones. He now has an ice dagger figurine (he really should look into making ice daggers now) sitting on his desk.
And he’s ready to exercise his newfound knowledge. After all, practice makes perfect, right?
It’s still dark outside, so Loki can easily slip outside and walk through Asgard creating ice sculptures of people (namely Odin) in the strangest places, like on top of a tree.
He makes them as large as he can and practically runs around Asgard putting them up everywhere he thinks it’d be funny to have an ice sculpture, all before the sun rises.
He decides since Odin and Frigga would still be in bed that he can put one in their room later (he’d rather not risk waking them up).
Then he sneaks back into his room and opens up the book on ice magic to read some more before everyone wakes up. Practical experience helped his sculpting skills improve, but he really should read up on the theory parts, since he has found out that he can never get the noses of the statues right.
Only a little bit of time passes before he can hear the sounds of people outside. He peers out his window to see people gathering around the different statues, looking confused.
Perfect .
Loki rushes out of his room and barges into Thor’s, once again, as he does most mornings.
Of course, Thor is still snoring in bed, oblivious to all the commotion outside his window around the Odin statue (which has a really REALLY long beard, being used as a scarf to keep statue!odin warm)
He rolls his eyes and doesn’t bother trying to wake up Thor with his words. That never works. Thor could sleep through his yelling easily.
Instead, Loki uses his seiðr to fling Thor out of bed, as one does.
He may have been a bit excited and actually sends Thor out of the window.
“Oops,” he says, hearing the distinctive thud of Thor landing.
He didn’t mean to do that, but it’s not his fault Thor was sleeping and his seiðr felt like throwing Thor out of the window.
But he has to make sure the blame for this doesn’t fall on him. He quickly scans the room to find Mjölnir and picks it up and tosses it out the window after Thor.
His usual cover story is full-proof.
Thor’s practice sessions with Mjöllnir usually end in disaster, so this will be brushed off as one of those by the crowd that’s probably gathering around Thor’s body right now.
He peers out of the window to confirm his guess, and lo and behold, Thor has a whole crowd gathered around him.
Loki isn’t worried about Thor because he has had worse falls practicing with Mjöllnir and Loki accidentally throwing him out the window happens often enough (his seidr can get restless sometimes, okay? Plus it’s funny--)
Besides, Thor barely comes out with just a few bruises.
See? Even now Thor is dramatically laying on the ground, awake, talking to the crowd, most likely complaining about how hard the ground is or how Loki shouldn’t throw him out of windows to wake him up.
“I told you you shouldn’t have tried doing that with Mjölnir yet,” Loki yells out, solidly establishing his alibi.
Loki then quickly uses his newly practiced ice magic to create a slide and jumps out the window, sliding his way down to the ground.
So that he can hear what Thor is saying.
Not to check up on Thor at all.
Thor is, in fact, to the surprise of no one, loudly complaining. “It was Loki! He threw me out of the window!”
One of the older ladies tuts, “He’s not strong enough to pick you up, Prince Thor. You need to be more careful with your experiments.”
Another older lady gives Thor a quick strike to the back of his head. “It does you no good to lie, Prince Thor, hasn’t Frigga dear taught you better than to pin the blame on your poor brother by now?”
Thor looks absolutely baffled. They both know Loki actually is strong enough to pick up Thor (even though he’s quite heavy), but no one will believe that.
Loki resists the urge to laugh and instead puts on his most innocent face. “Brother are you okay? You need to be more careful, the ground is a very hard and cruel landing spot.”
Thor gives him a glare.
“You should really go inside, Prince Thor and Prince Loki,” the lady says, “You could get ill in the cold.”
Loki thanks the lady and holds out a hand for Thor to get up. Thor grabs Mjöllnir and gets up, then starts walking towards the palace doors, when he suddenly stops.
“What’s that?” he asks, pointing at one of the Odin statues (this one is bald).
Loki shrugs. Thor walks over to the ice statue and pokes it.
Hasn’t he learned his lesson about not touching cold things yet? And he’s using his already injured finger?
As expected, Thor lets out a howl and dramatically clutches his hand.
“MY FINGER!” he howls.
Loki rolls his eyes.
“PLEASE HEAL ME, BROTHER!” he practically yells.
“I don’t know how to heal ice wounds,” Loki says, rolling his eyes again.
He does know now; he researched how to heal minor wounds, but Thor would have been fine if he hadn’t touched the cold again. He should live with the consequences for a bit.
When will he learn, Loki thinks, when will he learn, that his actions have consequences?
Thor lowers his voice and says, “I won’t tell Mother that you made ice statues and threw me out of the window if you heal me. And make a statue of me too. With Mjölnir.”
Loki can’t believe it. Thor. Blackmailing him ? After all he’s done for his beloved brother and he’s being betrayed like this?
He thinks about all the things he could counter-blackmail Thor with, but decides against it. He can hold onto those for another time.
“I’ll make the statue. I don’t know how to heal the wound though. It’ll fade by tomorrow anyways.”
“Fine,” Thor says, pouting.
Loki presses a hand to the statue and changes the Odin statue to one of Thor. Specifically, one of Thor with an extremely large cat head.
Sticking his butt out obscenely.
Picking his giant cat nose with one hand.
And using his other hand, which is holding Mjöllnir, to scratch his obscenely-sticking-out butt.
Thor stares at the statue in shock, “What is this, Brother?”
“You’re telling me you can’t recognize yourself?” Loki asks, his voice displaying how hurt he is, adding a bit of teary-eye-ness to complete the act. “Is my ice carving really that bad? ”
“This— This is a FLERKIN.”
Loki sniffles. “It’s you, as a cat.”
“I didn’t ask for that!” Thor protests, waving his hammer around and pointing at the statue.
“You never specified anything,” Loki says, shrugging, sliding a sleeve over his eyes to wipe away his faux tears.
“I’m gonna smash it,” Thor says.
“NO!”
Thor pouts. “Fine. But I’m telling Father.”
“You wouldn’t.”
But it’s too late. Thor is already running towards the palace.