All The Rage!

Thor and Sif were running around the library, laughing loudly. Sif tripped over Thor's outstretched foot and went sprawling to the floor.

"Thor! I'll tell Odin!"

"Bitches get stitches, Sif."

Thor turned at his younger brother's voice, mouth dropping open. His brother's normal black hair was an array of unusual colors. Emerald green, sky blue and neon pink decorated his hair, his normal black shirt white, the younger's chest sporting a new band name.

"The Dance Floor of Blood? Brother-"

"Do not hate me because you are not me, brother."

Loki blinked his eyes at his brother's confused expression before walking past the group of Gods, hips swaying in time to the music playing through his earphones.

"Loki, you are spending too much time on Midgard-"

"Oh, just kill yourself brother, you are just a wannabe."

"LOKI ODINSON!"

The young boy spun around guiltily and looked at his Mother.

"Apologise to your brother immediately."

Loki mumbled an apology to his elder before settling in the rows of Midgardian fiction. As his Mother left the room, his voice pricked back up.

"It's my duty to please that booty."

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