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"Did you mean everything you said to my father?"

Loki asked the queen as the left the throne room. Rashida's hazel eyes met his. She smiled lightly and took his hand in hers.

"Possibly."

He smirked down at her. The perfect little princess. She held her head up high as any royal should, in Loki's opinion at least. He leaned down to her ear and began to whisper to her.

"Then perhaps I can show you how much of a king I really am."

He taunted seductively as he placed a hand on her hip. She gave a short gasp but met his eyes regardless. She looked down and then met his eyes once more.

"Perhaps."

She replied as if his efforts did not phase her at all. He released her from his hold but still kept her hands in his.

"My queen, as much as I enjoy your company, there are many pressing matters we both must attend to."

Rashida nodded as she acknowledged this claim.

"So I see. Tell me where I am needed and I will go."

"The library. The maids wish for you to chose a dress for them to stitch for you."

"And where would that be, my dear prince?"  

"Down this corridor to your left."

Rashida smiled at the prince who leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"I will see you in due time, my queen."

With that Rashida trotted off. Loki watched her as she strutted down the hall, her wavy brown locks swaying gently behind her.

"So I see she's decided then."

A familiar voice came from behind him. Loki turned to see his blonde brother gazing off at him. It was an expression Loki hadn't seen on his brother before, well not one directed towards him at least. Loki walked over to his brother.

"Yes she has. And she's chosen me. Contrary to popular belief, she's chosen me."

"I don't see how that could be possible."

Loki froze. Did his brother just say he didn't understand how a queen such as Rashida could have chosen him?

"I beg your pardon, brother?"

Loki hissed back. Thor merely shrugged as he look off into the direction Rashida went.

"Everyone thought she would choose me."

"And your point is?"

Thor suddenly sighed in frustration and looked away from his brother.

"Damn it Loki, when are you going to stop taking things that don't belong to you."

Loki looked at his brother with both hurt and anger. He stepped closer to the tall blonde man.

"Now you wait just a moment, brother. I know it must be awfully difficult for that simple stupid muscled blissful blonde brain of yours to comprehend that someone like her could actually choose someone like me but it's happened. And you cannot change it. She doesn't want you and she never did. She wants me and she chose me. And you can wave that ridiculous hammer around all you want there's nothing you can do about it. For the first time someone actually chose me over you and you just can't handle it. Well, 'brother' this is how things go. She. Chose. Me. Not you."

Thor looked down at his brother with clenched fists and anger in his eyes.

"Are you done flaunting your victory?"

He hissed through clenched teeth. Loki looked a bit tacked back by his brother's sudden attitude.

"What if I'm not? You've flaunted your feminine victories all our lives, Well now it's my turn."

Thor pushed past his brother to continue walking. But Loki chased after him.

"Why the sudden rage and jealousy, brother? You've had your chance with the females. Now it's my turn."

"It's not right. This isn't how it is supposed to go."

"Then How is it supposed to go?! Am I 'supposed' to be the lonely villain of this story for the rest of my life? Am I not allowed to have someone for me to cherish? Can I not have someone who chooses me for me and not because of my past? Someone who looks past the darkness inside me to see the prince, the king I am meant to be."

Thor looked down at his brother. He could see the pain and hurt in his eyes. Thor gave a sigh and turned away from his brother.

"Forgive me. I know not what I say. But be prepared, Loki, I am sure I am not the only being who is not too thrilled with your relationship with the Pharaoh. Be careful who you mingle with."