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The Way Things Were	By : LuciferDragon Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 2155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary:

"I cannot and will never be a hero. It is in my blood to seek and cause chaos. Asking me to change that, to throw away who I’ve finally accepted myself to be, that would never work. And so many tried.

"But you, you never asked that of me. You never asked me why I play pranks. You never asked if my magic would be better used for good. You never once told me I was wrong. Ever since we were young, you were always there. Your only question was how you could help me have more fun. You listened to my stories and dreams, and I listened to yours. "

Chapter 1

Humans are not the only beings where boys will be boys, rambunctious and mischievous. The same was true for Asgardian boys, always trying to impress their fathers and wanting to prove their worth.
Two in particular consistently managed to find themselves with the healer, Eir, and her husband Andren. The boys were about Eir and Andren's daughter's age, and the two sucked up their pain when the little girl would help tend to their injuries. Andren and Odin would laugh at the boys' antics that got them there in the first place, and after awhile, it seemed like they would do dangerous things just to see Eir and her daughter.
Thor was constantly brash and loud, proudly proclaiming that his injuries would never faze him, despite the amount of times he managed to break a bone in the process. His brother on the other hand was forever calm and calculating. Eir could never figure out how Loki managed to wind up in just as much pain as his brother. Then again, she only had her daughter, Dyre, so she couldn't understand the time tested saying.
When the boys weren't getting hurt and finding ways into the healer's quarters, they would steal away from their lessons to spend time with Dyre. The once quiet girl quickly accepted their friendship, mostly extended from Thor, and they each stayed in each other's lives for the majority of their childhood.
Dyre found common ground with both the brothers. She loved discussing fighting strategies with the eldest brother, and could be found in the stables or learning how to use swords when they were old enough to wield them. She also loved mind games, riddles, and pranks with the younger brother, and her blonde locks could commonly be seen darting from the kitchens after stealing food from the cooks.
However, as they each grew, responsibilities were put in play. Both brothers were reprimanded stricter for skipping lessons, and Dyre found herself sitting in her chambers, being taught how to heal with her mother guiding her.
"But Mother, I want to go play with Thor and Loki today."
Her mother would bite her lip and look at her daughter sadly. "It isn't becoming of a lady to run with boys."
Dyre never understood what her mother meant and she found herself more and more immersed in her studies. There was no time to be spared for fun. Over the course of her studies, she grew into a fine young woman, by Asgardian standards. Her hair fell to the small of her back, which she kept out of her face by tying the top half back. While she didn't have the most beautiful face in the land, it was still hers, and she liked it just the same. Her blue eyes couldn't match Thor's, but they were still nice in her own opinion. She also couldn't figure out when she grew breasts. They seemed to just appear overnight. She had been so absorbed in her healing lessons, she never noticed herself changing.
Luckily Eir had, and kept up with her daughter's clothing until it was certain the young woman wouldn't grow again for a good couple centuries. However, she also kept up with Dyre's moods, and noticed her daughter's growing depression. The princes were the only friends she really had, and they had gone so long without seeing each other. Dyre hadn't been out of the medical chambers in just as long.
"Dyre, why don't you go into town to get the supplies?"
Dyre looked up from her stitching, eyeing her mother warily. "You or Father usually go. What is the occasion?"
"Some fresh air would do you some good. I can't remember the last time I sent you out for anything."
Dyre snorted. She remembered perfectly well. The last time she had been in town, she had run into her old friends. They now had new ones, and a new girl. Lady Sif and the Warriors Three they were calling themselves. Dyre had bowed politely, and hoped they wouldn't recognize her, but Thor did almost immediately, pulling her into the most bone crushing hug she had ever endured.
"Dyre, my dearest friend, you've grown so much over the years!"
He was one to talk. He had grown… thick, in a way. Muscles bulging from wherever they could bulge. Mostly in his arms. "You as well, Thor. It is nice to see you again." She had just opened her mouth to inquire about his brother when the pale boy— man now— emerged from behind the largest of the Warriors. He had apparently been trailing behind, causing little bits of mischief in his wake to keep himself entertained. "Ah, there he is. Loki, it's very nice to see you as well."
He merely nodded, never one for much in the ways of talking, though she knew better. When they were younger and alone, away from Thor, he'd tell all sorts of fascinating stories, and hold the most interesting conversations, if one gave him the chance. "Dyre, it has been too long."
Their voices had remained the same. Thor kept his thunderous voice, and Loki his quiet demeanor. Dyre always found it funny how the God of Thunder and God of Mischief portrayed their ranks effectively.
They only gave the briefest of introductions of the others before Lady Sif cleared her throat. "Thor, we really must be going."
"Yes, of course, the hunt. Until we meet again, Dyre."
Dyre sighed and stood, placing her stitching down. "Where would you like me to go?"

The streets remained the same as always, still full of life and song. Chatter filled the air of gossip, news, and merchants selling their wares. Dyre shifted her basket of medicinal herbs, stopping to look at a bakery stand. Never one to deny sweets, even as a mischievous child, she purchased a sweet roll before turning back towards her home. She paused next to a table selling trinkets, wondering if she really even wanted to go home right away. It had been almost half a century now since she had seen much of the market, and she had to steal glances and small snippets of conversation with anyone who ventured into the medical chambers. Finally having the chance to explore overran her orders to return home upon completion of her task.
Her mind set, she turned around and continued to wander the market streets, pulling at her sweet roll in the process. For almost half an hour she walked, stopping occasionally if something caught her eye. Just as she was about to eat the last bite of her roll, she let out a yelp as it let out a squeak. She looked as the roll turned into a mouse and she jumped in surprise. Until, of course, a familiar laugh met her ears. She grinned and looked to her right, seeing just who she thought she'd see at the top of the stairs. "Still with the childish pranks, Loki?"
He gave his trademark grin. "It still makes females turn tail and run, so why not? Not you though, it seems."
"I'm used to your pranks. We did grow up together, didn't we?"
"Ah yes, that would do it." He flicked his wrist, turning the mouse back into her roll.
She looked at the remaining piece and dropped it, not interested in eating something that was just furry and squeaking. "I take it Thor is off hunting?"
"He's been doing that a lot lately. I chose not to accompany him this time. Seems luck is on my side today. It has been a long time since I ran into you."
Dyre nodded, shifting her basket. "Fifty years almost. The medicinal arts are hard to keep up with, but I'm finally seeing patients."
"And none of them have died? Remarkable."
"Oh stow it." She looked to her basket. "I'm supposed to be returning home with the herbs."
He arched a brow. "Supposed to be?"
She gave a smile of her own. "Decided to play hooky instead. Been a long time since I was able to have any fun."
He rolled his eyes. "You have no idea. Skipping hunting is the only time I get to have fun of my own." His grin returned. "How long has it been since you and I went pranking?"
"Not since we were babes. I…" She looked down. "Not since we were all forbidden from seeing each other."
"What excuse did your mother give you to keep you indoors anyway?"
"Something like, it isn't proper for a lady to run with men. Or boys. Whatever it was then."
He snorted and stood while casting his gaze around. "Well I don't see your mother around. What's the harm?"
She thought it over, wondering if it would be a good idea to add on to her voyage outside the medical wing walls. "Why not? Show me what tricks you've learned, God of Mischief."
He placed a hand to his chest and held his other arm behind him in a bow. "Who am I do deny the request of a lovely mischievous lady?" He joined her at the foot of the stairs and offered his arm. "By the way, Sif runs with men; there's nothing wrong with having fun."
Dyre's eyes widened, wondering if he meant the double entendre she had picked up on. "I'm sure you know that can be taken in many ways."
"As can she, so I've heard…"
"Loki!"
"What? I said I've heard. Don't tell me you're still shy on the topic."
She looked away and let him lead her down the street, looking for openings upon the innocent citizens of Asgard.
"I take your silence to mean you are. I don't see why. Even those lowly Midgardians procreate recreationally."
She rolled her eyes, but smirked all the same when he made a melon vanish from a vender's stack, causing the rest of them to fall and splatter. "I thought you considered yourself above the actions of the humans."
"Now why would I deny myself the pleasure of a female's company? No sense in it."
She lowered her gaze when it suddenly dawned on her that her childhood friends were grown up, far more than she. She had kept to her duties only, and never let herself have fun, even in those ways. She looked in surprise as he handed her a green tinted apple he had stolen from another stand while the vender went to help the melon man. "Don't tell me this is supposed to be the Apple of Discord."
He chuckled. "Don't lower yourself to those insufferable Greeks. You'd make even Eris jealous. It's a peace offering for bringing up such a sensitive topic."
She side-glanced him, trying to see if he was telling the truth. Even she had fallen prey to the Lie-Smith's ways, though she usually ended up kicking him where it hurt when they were younger. "Well then I thank you."
He waited until she bit into it to say, "And what a… sensitive subject it is."
She spit out the apple she had bitten in surprise.
"Now that's not very lady-like. You're also turning a lovely shade of red. It doesn't exactly match my green."
"Oh stuff it." She went to take another bite, but shrieked for a second when she saw a worm poking through the core, eliciting his trademark laugh at her misfortune. "Odin help me, I will strangle you!" She pulled the worm out of the fruit and threw it at him before dropping the apple and storming off.
He rolled his eyes. "Dyre, take a joke!" When she didn't return for once, he sighed. "Women…"
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